My Mother

My mother would have been great. She had the looks, the charisma and the brains. She had a drive about her that she could accomplish anything. Unfortunately, after losing her whole family that tragic day I believe her drive was also killed. My mother was never the same and drugs just gave her an escape to live with the guilt and pain. She too was supposed to go with her mother and sister that day and for whatever reason she didn’t. Who knows what the outcome would have been, but she was spared. I think she thought she could have changed things, although we know she couldn’t. My mother didn’t talk much about those events, but what she did share with me allowed me to have a sense of pity and compassion for her. I felt like she was given a bad deal, that life had drew her a bad hand and I think she felt that as well. I wish sometimes that I knew more and could do more, much like her. I sometimes think what I could have done and if it would have made a difference….I will never know.