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Mother's Death
Journal entry: April 27, 2024
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or reconciliation. There are only her words and a few photographs.
She’ll never meet her grandchild or seeing my embrace of motherhood. I miss her.
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or reconciliation. There are only her words and a few photographs.
She’ll never meet her grandchild or seeing my embrace of motherhood. I miss her.
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