Five Minute Friday: Still Remembering My Mom Molly
Today would be my mother’s 70th birthday, I lost her in 2003, when she was just 55. She never met my 2 youngest children. The call came at 5:06am on a crisp October morning. It was a call I knew was coming. Things with my mom’s health had taken a turn the previous Monday and it was now Friday morning. “It happened last night,” the nurse said, “we found her holding the picture of you and the kids.” Those were the words that crossed the miles from Minnesota to San Diego, the words that ended any possibility of having a normal relationship with my mom. I always hoped we would get the chance to try yet once again, to get it right.😞 My mom was a HUGELY complicated woman, drug and alcohol addiction plagued her life from a young age. Addiction combined with an unplanned pregnancy, marriage of necessity, another baby 14 months after the first, and finally my younger brother 5 years later in an attempt to “save” the marriage created a world she needed to constantly escape. Slowly and