Two years ago, My aunt was diagnosed with cancer. Almost three years ago, on July 23, 2008, she died, leaving behind two daughters, friends, and parents.
I watched her die, The day before she died was the last time I saw her.
Every time I see her daughters I feel guilty. I will never forgive myself.
That's what I am. I always will be. I'm not blaming you but I should.
Every day for the past year you have beaten me down and picked me back up.
This isn't love. This is torture.
I need my mother.
The woman she used to be, not the woman she has become.
Not the woman that makes in fun of her children and won't call them for 3 months.
Mom, I want the old you, when you we're happy.
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Some awesome lists!
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It's a happy one,
After trying for two years, I'm finally pregnant.
I can't wait to be called, "Mommy" :)
I don't know if I'll make it until then.
