tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post114720213166865711..comments2010-06-26T15:15:00.898-04:00Comments on DIARY OF A MOTHERLESS DAUGHTER: I cry and celebrate normal events in my kid's lives:Davenhollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199986965147169838noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post-1147712481338956592006-05-15T13:01:00.000-04:002006-05-15T13:01:00.000-04:00Thanks for your comments...its great to meet fello...Thanks for your comments...its great to meet fellow bloggers! Come back anytime!Davenhollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10199986965147169838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post-1147664198571867712006-05-14T23:36:00.000-04:002006-05-14T23:36:00.000-04:00You posted on my blog a while back. I meant to com...You posted on my blog a while back. I meant to come here sooner. I'm so sorry for your loss. Especially given that it's Mother's Day. <BR/><BR/>Our stories are very similar. My mom also died in 1980. She was 43 and I was 13. <BR/><BR/>I think people really understimate how much a girl/woman needs her mother. There's an incomparable bond there that can't be made up for in any way that I'm aware of. I do find myself drawn to older, motherly-type women. I'm sure that's some manifestation of having lost my mom so young. <BR/><BR/>I could go on and on but this is your blog, not my therapist's office...lol<BR/><BR/>Take care :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27774165.post-1147317433961172822006-05-10T23:17:00.000-04:002006-05-10T23:17:00.000-04:00Gosh Davenholl, there is so much! The memories. ...Gosh Davenholl, there is so much! The memories. The things Mom missed, is missing, will miss. I was 18, apparently traditinally an adult, when my Mother died - but she had been sick for years. And she was a single Mother so I feel I've been taking care of myself since I was around 8 or 10. It's crazy! I wasn't a kid, not really. I was a truncated adult. Maybe that's why at almost 30 I allow msyelf the Playdoh and colorful art - stuff I didn't get to be back then.<BR/><BR/>And god I cannot tell you how much I relate to the feeling of disbelief that adults would let a baby pick out her Mother's casket! The night my Mom died, my Aunt took me home and left. Maybe the family had other things I dunno. But what I do know was that on that first night they left. It was just me. Nobody stayed with me. And our familial relationship has never been the same since.TLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07409090291701870303noreply@blogger.com