The sadness is all encompassing as we approach the anniversary of the death of basically my second mother. Cathy lived across the street with me and had a daughter 2 years younger. Then another daughter. There was a terrible divorce because they no longer loved each other but she had breast cancer and stayed together for the benefits. As a child, I didn’t understand. The fighting in front of the girls and me was confusing. I was maybe 7 or 8 so, the girls were younger??? What I remember was her making it fun to pick out which wig she would wear … what would the look be each season?? She always made me feel like I was one of her daughters. I will never forget in elementary school when we were told to write a profile on a personal hero in our life. I did not choose my mom or dad (like every single other kid). For some reason, I knew she was the strongest woman I’d ever met, and she was personal hero. And she always will be.
And I will always remember her passing when I was in 6th grade. And the sadness never goes away. You just learn how to live with it in some sick way.