I feel pain in my heart that she was taken from me too soon. I visited her in the nursing home today....needing to be fed in a feeding tube and have her diaper changed, not being able to communicate with me. She was taken from me at the age of 13 and replaced by an invalid. We never really got a chance to know one another and when I look into her eyes I feel proud of who I am and sad that we can't talk about life. Her eyes and soul run deep.
I want to live up to her character, her soul and her spirit. I'd give anything to be half the mother she is, half the teacher she is, half the determined and go-getter person she became.
I'm not really sure what to say. My mother and I have the same brain...anxious, angst ridden, turbulent, afraid, lonely. I love her more than anything. EDIT: I just saw what Ari wrote. My mother is not really a go getter, a free spirit or particularly mindful. Thats the fault of her life and her parents. She has given me every possible resource I could need to live an extraordinary life myself. I probably shouldn't screw it up.