As I sit here typing this I am crying. Sometimes in the wee hours of the morning I need her; grumpy old woman that she was. She made me laugh. June 9th is my Mom’s birthday. This woman drove me crazy. I suppose it was her right seeing she birthed me into this world. There were days I hated her. I misunderstood her. I was ashamed of her. Perhaps those days can be written off as growing pains, maybe not. I like to think that she helped me become all the wonderful things that make me Trish. The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly and no I don’t mean the Clint Eastwood movie.
My mother was truly one of a kind, thank gawd. She was a tormented soul. She struggled with mental illness the whole of her life. She still managed to raise three daughters. My father loved her with every fiber of his being. He still does. Over the years I learned to accept the kind of love she knew how to give. It was hard growing up with a damaged parent but it made me strong. It taught me to be kind. It taught me to look at problems from all sides. It taught me how to duck when food and dishes would get thrown = ) I miss her.
Happy Birthday you old bat!
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R.I.P. Junie Bug I miss you.