Nine Years

Dear Mother,

I just realized today that it's been nine years since you left us. It's a haze of memories, woulda's, shoulda's and coulda's…and didn't do's. Such is life, isn't it? I know it was Dad who told me, 'The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions' and that you didn't like him very much, but somehow, I think it applies to me and you.

At first, when you passed, I felt relief. Your suffering was over. I wouldn't wish MS on anyone. Nobody I know 'deserves' to disintegrate before...