Mama

My first word was “mama“. My mother was an addict. For years she struggled with everything ranging from alcohol to pain killers, From Marijuana to cocaine. We had a relationship that can’t be described. I could try, but nobody can grasp a mother and her children’s relationship unless they are involved. Most of my life we spent arguing, and I was in and out of the house. Our addictions and stubbornness clashed in a big way.

Don’t get me wrong I love my mom. I wish the entire world could have met her, so they could see first hand, that so much love, beauty, and strength only needs about five feet of woman to live. Even fighting with her addictions and Hepatitis “C” she still tried her best to keep us clothed, fed, and feeling loved. Let me say even in out biggest fights, I never felt like she didn’t love me

When it seemed like no one else was there, I could always count on my mom. My biological dad left, and my mom worked as a server to take care of, and support me and my eldest sister. What a woman. My only regret is not being there when things got tough for her, as she was for me. Imagine if she had her children to hold her, to tell her she had a problem, maybe she wouldn’t have gone overboard.

My mama overdosed on June 9th, 2005. (Seen above with me, quite a few years ago)