Mothers and daughters have their moments. Me and my mother certainly had ours.
We were estranged for several years, but were able to talk about our past and heal. She finally became the Momma I longed for, and we were able to become friends - Mother and Daughter. I am so grateful.
But cancer stole her away from me. I miss her each day. I miss the relationship we carved out of the pain of our past.
A few weeks before she died, she told me her story - one that I did not know. She showed me documents of her life - wanting me to understand her. I listened and saw the incredible woman she was. She overcame a type of domestic abuse that would have destroyed most women.
And now, I understand so much more. Since she passed, each year on her birthday, I read her words and reflect on her life. Each year, I understand so much more.
