My mother died in 1981.

Maureen Ryan Challacombe — Mon, 08 Aug 2016 01:47:57 GMT

My mother died in 1981. 35 Years ago. I have lived longer than she did. I have had more life experience than she did. This I know to be true. She was a fabulous lady. I am neither fabulous, nor a lady. I am also a mother, but I could never shed a light to the candle she held in that dedication in her life. I strive for it, but fall short every day. My time with her was short, but the impact was life-altering. Losing her has impacted my mothering skills. and honestly, every single aspect of my life. It physically pains me to see my children unhappy or uncomfortable. I am aware this is not healthy and not normal. But neither am I. And thats because this little 45 year old girl lost her mother 35 years ago and this cruel world has not afforded me the opportunity to shed my childhood ways and submerge me as the woman God intends me to be. Through my faith and prayer, I only pray to do no harm. And to live long enough to always be there for my daughter, because life with out a mother is like attempting breath under water.

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My mother died in 1981.