mother divorced him before I was 2 according to her. So I cannot say I know how you feel, but I know that when we lose loved one, we constantly blame him or her, or God, or the weather, or something else. Truth be known, when we lose a loved one we lose a part of our soul. I never knew my father, but my aunt Hazel was dear to me; she died of a brain aneurism, my cousin Ray meant a lot to me too, and he died from lung cancer like my mother did. My uncle Whitey, without whom I probably wouldn't be here today to leave this comment, died of cancer. Each time one of these loved ones passed away, I lost a piece of my soul.

I miss my mother a lot, and wish that she was still here so we could talk, laugh, go shopping together, and just be plain good old mother and daughter. I'm sure she would she would like that.

There are some points here that made me think this was a deliberate event and that he simply could not go on in life for whatever reason. If this is the case, I am so sorry that it happened. But I sincerely hope that you can forgive him, because he may not have known what else to do.

"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."

Love & hugs,
Barbara

"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."