To the mom I will never have,
May 5, 2018 - the day you lost your battle with opiates. I knew this day would come, but it is still harder than I imagined it. I wish this was just a bad dream, but it isn't. I wish this wasn't the ending of your story.
I wish you had never taken that first drink. I wish you had never taken that first pain pill. I wish you didn't let your addictions get the best of you. I wish you had reached out. I wish you knew that suicide wasn't the answer. You battled depression and addictions for so long, and for that I am so, so sorry. I wish your story was different.
Thank you for teaching me the importance of hard work. Thank you for instilling in me the love of animals. Thank you for teaching me to always take time to laugh. Thank you for teaching me the importance of life and clinging to the things that matter most. Most importantly, thank you for showing me that our greatest need in life is Jesus, and I hope you really are with Him in heaven.
I'm glad I knew you before you weren't you. May you rest in peace. I love you.