Saturday, January 29, 2011
Today I weep for my daughter Monica and myself. Monica was gone (mentally over a year ago) and was the only one of my children to call me just to "chat." "Let's bond, mom" she would say. She didn't call to ask anything of me but my time. She left me mentally over a year ago, but the times of her just wanting to talk are forever gone now. When she was sick, and in one of those "times," she was hateful and avoided me, but when she was well she would call me just to talk, or to go somewhere with her. She never borrowed from me that she failed to repay.
Today I am painfully aware of what I lost. I am sorry she felt "second best" as when she was well she was always there for me. Today was a reminder this era is gone and I cry.