it's no secret that I despise my mother. I make no attempt to hide that fact. I just simply walked away from her and her bullshit abuse, lies, and drugs.
My grandmother, who cared for me as though she were my mother, is a different story. That woman had not only my respect, but complete love, friendship, and was the center of my universe until she passed away from liver cancer in 1997. I still have to stop myself from calling her to talk about random shit. I know she's gone, but I haven't really ever accepted it, and so to me she's still with me.
Damn I miss her.
