3+ months after losing Mom, and I'm having more good days than bad... but

[luvs2sing]

12. I expected that to happen.

My mother and I had a rocky relationship practically since I was born. Her 25-year descent into alcohol and prescription drug abuse when I was 12 meant that we were estranged most of my adult life. My dad was my rock, my best friend. My greatest fear was that he would die first and leave me with her. And I knew when she died there would be a ton of unfinished business.

So..my dad died on his 64th birthday, two days after my 30th birthday. Within three years, my mother was clean and sober. We worked through all our shit and had a great relationship for the last ten years of her life. We grew to understand and appreciate one another as friends and equals, and it was wonderful.

I don’t know what I did to ever get a gift like that.