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This is my Tribute to Mother's on Mother's Day
I hope that anyone reading this will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it and as much as my Mother would have! She died almost a year ago! I know that she would have loved to have read this. So for all you Mother's out there enjoy! My mother may not have been my biological mother but she was my mother all the same. She gave me hope, and she loved me unconditionally just like a mother does. She died too young and I miss her deeply. She was my light in the darkness, I could lean on her for anything, she was my best friend, She was the only one that I could turn to, I could tell her anything and everything. She knew about my past and the things that were done to me and the things I was forced to do and she never once passed judgment on me. She was there when I had no one, she gave me great advice, and sometimes she even annoyed me, or upset me but she was always true to her heart. She taught me to forgive when I couldn't, and most of all she taught me that things may be worse for wear but they tend to get worse before they get better. She was my mother and she will be greatly missed in my everyday life. Sometimes when I need help I want to call her on the phone and then I remember that she isn't here for me to converse with. I was devastated when she passed away. I found out in the middle of the night. I rushed to the hospital, but I didn't go in until someone told me they needed me with them. I was staying strong for the other member's of her family, but when I saw her lying there on the hospital bed I broke. I fell to the floor and all I could think of was why. Why was she the one who had to leave. What did she do to deserve to leave to early in her life. It didn't seem fair to me. But then she always told me that sometimes things aren't fair. And even though she was no longer there for me to kiss, to love and to talk to about the many trivial things going on in my life I knew she was in a better place. But then I realized that my life had begun to consume me and that I drifted from her love. And all she had been wanting to do the last few days of her life was be near me and love me. And now she is not here for me to lean on. She isn't here to tell me everything will be okay. She isn't here to love me. She isn't here. She isn't here. And I want to hate God. But I can't. She taught me not to hate. I want to be angry with her. But it wasn't her fault. I want her back to tell her all the things I should have told

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