Behind again; sigh. I really don't know how that happened. Onward and upward
I am grateful for my ( unofficially) adopted mom. She came into my life when I was 15 and saved my life. I truly believe that if she had not been a part of my life I would not have lived to be an adult. What did she do? She loved me, unconditionally, completely and sacrificially; she loved me. She shined a light into my extremely dark life and though she thinks she didn't do enough to help me; that light, little as it was gave me enough hope to make it through the darkness. It took many many more years for me to emerge from the pit but I made it. I am closer to her than any of my "blood" family and I miss her terribly since I moved to another state from her.
Thank you God for Della, for the light she shined in my life that kept me from giving up on life.
No comments:
Post a Comment