My mother, TammyInitially, I wanted to write something with pure depth and soul when I sat down to express my feelings, however, it’s exceptionally difficult to describe what I’m feeling right now without there being a hint of confusion mixed in with remorse.

A few hours ago I found out that my mother passed away from kidney failure, a woman who I wasn’t as close to as I would’ve liked to be. She was relatively young, only 45 years old and dwelled without resolve on various decisions she made in her past, to the point where in the end she chose to stop living.

Despite this, I feel a sense of emptiness because she was my mother, the woman who carried me in her womb for 9 months and for the first 7 years of my life did her best to look after my siblings and I.

Yet, it’s awkward right now, wondering why I never reached out to her more. Aside from issues that kept us from becoming close, I suppose there’s a part of me that wishes I could’ve looked past that, instead trying to find something to connect us again. I never did and in this lifetime won’t have the answer to that.

For now, all I can muster up the emotion to say is that there was a part of me that loved my Mother unconditionally. Looking past her flaws, she had good qualities about her that I’m proud of. Six years ago, when I was afforded the opportunity to sit down and have a painful, gritty and emotional discussion with her, I respected her for opening herself up to imperfection.

Mom, I hope you feel better whereever you are now. It’s hard for me to think I’ll never in this lifetime have the opportunity to talk to you again, but, I thank you for bringing me into this world. At one point in my life you were my hero and you could do no wrong and now I send my love to you in hopes that you are in a better place, far from any conflict, resting in peace, forever.

I love you.