So I suppose to make this blog make a little more sense I should explain the past a little. I'm not very comfortable talking about it and haven't told a single person the whole story but you should get the idea. When I was four years old I woke to find my mom on the kitchen floor. Ann Dalley came over and called 911, with all the certified dudes there and then the autopsy they couldn't even tell me why it had happened. And to this day i still don't know. About a year and a half later my dad got remarried. Me and my step mom have a pretty "rough" relationship. Six years after that, my brother was diagnosed with Ewing's Sarcoma, cancer. Eight months later he passed away. After that, well lets just say all hell broke loose.
Life was very hard as a young child with no mom but if you are wondering how I did it, it was because I was surrounded by moms who loved and cared about me. I would always try to look on the positive side of it, I had not only 1 mom but 8 moms. The hardest thing is watching other moms interact with their daughters and not know what that feels like.
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