Wishing you well Fuzzy. I lost my mother to suicide 26 years ago. I miss her today as much as any day since her passing. The good times and the bad. No one can every replace her. I have aunties and special friends who I turn to now but it's not the same. Still I appreciate who I do have in my life and especially those who knew my mother so that we can talk about her together.

I get mad sometimes when I so desperately want to go to her for a hug and some reassurances. I get mad that I have been robbed of her presence in my life. I know she loves me still. I would just like a hug and to see her smile at me in that special way again. Nothing dulls that pain. Its something I learn to live with new every day.

I think it makes me a good mother for my own. I do much to honour her memory by making sure the children know who she was and what she meant to this world. I keep her alive in my heart and in my life. She will never be gone from my life. Just out of my touch, sight and smell. But even there.... if I close my eyes and image.... there she is. It's not the same but it's her. In every breath I take cuz she gave me life. In every flutter of my heart cuz she gave me love. In every step I take cuz she gave me courage. In every thought I have cuz she gave me confidence to trust myself. In every action I make cuz she gave me reason to care about others.

I am my mother's daughter. My son is my mother's grandson. She is always with us in mind, body and spirit. She lives on eternally in our hearts and our minds. She knows my pain, she knows my joy. She shares it all in love.

Wishing you well Fuzzy.....