Mine's sad. I never got to speak with my Dad before he died, my mother made certain I would have no contact. She was sick for a few years, and I even moved back in to care for her. I left her once her abuse became directed at my toddler son. She was in a lot of pain, and developed addictions to not only all her patches and pills, but also massive amounts of cocaine and alcohol. The last time I spoke to her, I was homeless in the middle of a harsh winter, just found out I was pregnant and had PTSD. I called just to hear her voice, all I wanted was some emotional support. She told me she would not speak to me unless I had gone through rehab. (Mind you, I wasn't ON drugs - at all). I got so upset (I was at a payphone with coins some stranger had given me), that I said "F*** You then!!" and slammed down the receiver. I gave birth several months later while living in a domestic violence shelter. I spoke to my grandmother (mom's mom), who encouraged me to "never shut the door"... so I sent her a birthday card, I'm not sure that she ever saw it, because she died that week.
Oddly, family and strangers always remarked that I look "JUST like her", to the point that it was "creepy" seeing my face at her funeral. When my daughter was born, and grandma asked who she looked like, I simply said "she looks like US". I see my own mother in my daughter's face, the similarities are striking. In that way, she isn't really "gone".
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