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.

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