Yesterday was the sixth anniversary of my mom's death. Doesn't seem that long ago when she would come through the house fussing about this or that trivial thing. Miss you...I have no brothers or sisters, and for the first eight years of my life, I lived in my grandmother's home. My mom and two uncles also were there to spoil me, and the only one that didn't try to ruin me was my grandma.
I suppose grandma had more to do with my basic rearing during those years than did mom. Mom worked day and night trying to make it so I would have a better life than she did when growing up. My dad was working in Detroit, and I hardly saw him during that time.
Still, I sometimes feel so alone...
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