I've said this on here before, I lost my mom to Brain Cancer December 27th, 2004. She died two weeks after I turned 14 and I'm still a hot mess to this day about it. This is the worst time of year for me because all of her final moments in life flood my mind like an overflowing cup. I've suffered from depression for many years and I feel it getting worse the closer it gets to December.
There are days that I can't cope with it and some days I can deal a little bit. I have a lot on my mind lately too, which doesn't help. She was only 33 and had shyt to do in life. This also made me realize early that my family truly isn't shyt and I'd give anything to throw my mom's sister 12 feet under and bring my mama back.
I don't remember my moms voice and I feel so damn guilty. I want to hear it again, see her standing up tall, I miss her hugs and the way she referred to tampons as "Coochie plugs". Ma dukes was and still is everything. RIP Nicole Brady.