My mom died from cancer on January 2, 2000. Of course I miss her very much, and her painful death made me even more bitter toward, well, life in general. Why would someone so innocent and kind be subjected to such punishment? No one can truly answer that throbbing question, even though many Bible thumpers try, they really don't and can't know. Only the Father knows.
But why? Honestly. Obviously, her death did not help my drinking. I hit it hard during and after her suffering. I asked why and drank to forget and remember. Hell, I just drank no matter what. But now I had a real excuse, right?
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