Two Years

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Two years ago today I lost my mom. Two years ago my life drastically changed. Two years of trying to reconcile why did this happen to her? To me. And to my family. While I may never know the real reason why, I know I must find the lesson in it all.

And I do believe I have. I am who I am today because of it all. I wouldn't change that. When others are going through difficult times and they need someone to talk to, I can do my best to be there for them. I believe that My purpose is to help others.

On the hard days, I remind myself of who my mom was and what she would tell me if we could talk one more time. I know she would tell me not to be sad or angry. I know she wouldn't want me to spend my life feeling anger and hurt. I know she felt so bad for what we all went through even though I told her not to. She dwelled on the guilt too much.

I still would give anything for one more conversation. One more hug. One more story that I had heard a hundred times that we would give her crap about telling us again. I want to hear it again now. It's ok to miss our lost ones.

But it's also ok to be happy. It honors them that we take the lessons they taught us and be better people. Live better lives. I choose to honor her and her memory by doing what I can to help others.

You can help to. Sharing my story let's others know they aren't alone. They aren't crazy, they don't exaggerate. They aren't at fault. Thank you to all who have shared and reached out! Together we can change the life of others.