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strangegrrl’s LiveJournal 19 years ago today was a PD day at my grade school. I was seven years old.
19 years ago today at approx. 10:30am my mother dropped me at my aunt and uncle’s for the weekend.
19 years ago today at approx. 10:30am was the last time I saw my mother alive.
I was the last person in our family to see her alive. I was the last person she hugged and kissed.
19 years ago today at approx. 4:30pm, she died.
Today at approx. 4:30pm we will be receiving the finished books back from the printer.
Your mother used to love to write, dad said before it somehow became the unspoken rule that we couldn’t talk about the past. Today, on the 19th anniversary of her passing, I become an author with my first book in my hands. Your mother used to love to write, and this milestone (despite not saying such in the thank yous or dedications) is above all for her. I miss you, mom.
I don’t need to write the dedications out anymore. The fact that everything I write is for her, is already a given. I love you, mom