She died on August 4, 1985 at the young age of 67. Something, I thought would never happen. Especially for her to die before my father did.
We had made such grand plans for the day he keeled over. I knew my mother was in and out of the hospital, but I never knew how serious the situation was. It was natural for me. I always believed that everyone's mother went in and out of the hospital.
She had an ulcer on her ankle and she would go in often to have skin grafted from her upper thigh. Then came the day she told us, she had colon cancer. My life was in a whirlwind of alcohol and raising my son alone and working and things of that nature
My father didn't accept my son, so visiting my Mom was few and far between. Her & I would talk on the phone for hours.
Plotting the plan for the day when he would no one longer be around. Then the next thing i know She's going to the hospital for a serious operation It left her blind and bewildered for a few months
Then OK and then it went down hill. I don't know all the facts to this day
I just know, that on that morning of August 4th, my sister called to tell me my mother had died. I knew she was back in the hospital but not that it was like that.
I miss her so much :(
I think about her on the day she died, but it's now in May that hits me the most I'm going today with the Gals from Eatontown Community Center for lunch at Zachary's If Mom was still here, I know she would have enjoyed going
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