Thank you for supporting us 17 years.
Thank you for buying our house on a street that feels safe.
Thank you for giving our kids your healthy genes.
Thank you for the year and half you paid child support.
Thank you for attending church with us mostly
Thank you for finally getting back in two of our son’s life.
Most of all, thank you for leaving so I could focus on our kids instead of hopelessly trying to please you.
Tomorrow is my daughter, Cherie’s birthday. She died six years ago in March. She was my youngest of four and the only girl. She knew me like no one else, and I knew her that way, too. We had been through hell with her addictions, incarcerations, betrayals, forgiveness, but understood each other’s pain like no one else could. I raised her two older children, taking them at 8 mos and 2 yrs when she went to prison. We drove and flew hundreds of miles to visit her so they could feel how much she loved them, more than she would ever love herself. She kept her quirky sense of humor, open tender heart towards others, often to her own detriment, and ached over her brothers rejection, due to her horrible mistakes.
I’m missing her so much today, more than usual, and can only feel that she is somehow nearer today to be with me on the day I became her mom. I love you, Cherie
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