Me, myself and MOM
You’ll never know how badly I wish this story had a happy ending. As a writer, I get the ability to craft a tale that can have a HEA or a HFN (happy for now). Not so in real life. You see, the cancer that ravaged my mom these past few years has finally silenced her bright light.
I wouldn’t be where I am today without her, or my dad. She was the rock of the family, the woman who schooled me on what life was like during segregation. She not only told it like it was, but she told it like it is.
I don’t mind sharing my stories, but I’m pretty guarded about my private life. Still, I take comfort in the knowledge that her pain has ended. Rest in peace, Mom.