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From April 29th, 2017

My mom would be 71 years old to day. Still so young. I miss her everyday. And to those who tell me it gets easier, you can turn and walk away now please.

It changes, never gets easier. I can actually say this with experience, a great deal of experience, in fact. This is not a brag or an ask for attention or even responses to my post, this is just my story (we each have one).

My life started precariously, weighing 3.5lbs at birth and born 9 weeks early. I was born into a family that didn't plan on having me. In fact, they would never have married if it weren't for me. And let me assure you, they never should have gotten married. My mom tried to leave my dad when I was 3, he threatened her. It took her 2 more years, and she did it when he was on a business trip. She had all of his stuff removed from our duplex on Terrace street in KC, changed the locks on the doors and left a note telling him where his new residence was located. A battle ensued. A battle I have lived all my life. Always a battle for my dad's attention, which was always focused on beautiful women and never his child. He even went on to have another daughter, and he died before she was a year old. Imagine her life long pain and grief. I'm pissed at him for leaving her. But if he were still here, would he have done the same to her that he did to me?

The blessing in this is that I am back in touch with her and I love that we are connected now. I love seeing what she is up to, hearing about her life, seeing her with her mom, sister and grandmother. Seeing them, watching them on social media makes my heart happy. I want happiness and love for anyone my dad impacted.

My mom more than made up for the lack of my dad. She always believed in me and was my No. 1 advocate. It sucks not to have that person in your life who believes in you 150%. Others say they do, but it is not the same. She was my person, my mom, my best friend.

Happy Birthday, mom. I ❤️ U.