I have a neighbor who is an elderly yenta. She’s hard to deal with sometimes but my heart breaks that her two daughters never, ever visit her. My mom caused a lot of heartache in my life but I took care of her needs up until the end. It was my duty.
Call yer mom!
My mother was mean as a snake...to me and the rest of the family. People who didn’t really know her thought she was the nicest person they’d ever met because she was so charming to them.
I still treated her with respect, went and saw her at least once a week, took her out for birthdays and Mother’s Day, etc.
When she was diagnosed with breast cancer it fell on me to take care of her til the day she died...which I did. I did it because there was no one else who would and she was my mother. Compassion has to set in sometime is what I told my brother. It never did for him. When she died I had no guilt though and he was racked with it.
God bless you for doing what you did under difficult circumstances.
Life is tough when one is estranged from their parents. Then death makes things even tougher.
You showed real integrity and character.
I’ve read in the past Miss M regarding your mom.
you are a good daughter.
I wish I still had my mom to celebrate Mothers Day with, she died in 1978 at only 53 years old....way, way too young.