A year ago, I wrote, “Surviving May.” It’s about my mom and how I’ve managed since her passing.
This May is different. This day is different.
I was making tea and smiling, thinking of My Sunshine and then cried because I can’t call my best girl to talk about this amazing love.
I walked into a brick wall today. Very aware of the day’s arrival, yet hoping… to be more celebratory than sad.
May 16, 2013, is a day I will never forget. Family and close friends gathered to share my moms last moments. Three of my best friends (Princess, Frenae and LeAnne) took turns with me at the hospital that day. We’d moved in Lil Debbie’s room and closed out the night watching the season finale of Scandal.
Deborah Eileen Williams was as loving, kind, caring, beautiful, intelligent and silly as women come. A true nurturer and the reason that my heart actually beats. My daddy always called her bull-headed, so I knew as long as I stayed in that hospital room with her, that she’d keep fighting to stay alive. There was no way she going to transition with me around. Scandal wrapped, we packed up our dinner and I kissed my mommy on the cheek. With a shaky voice I whispered in her ear and told her that I understood…
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