Thanksgiving Goodbye: Remembering My Rebel Mom's Last Roar

Exodus 23:20 (ERV)

“I am sending an angel before you to protect you along the way and to lead you to the place that I have prepared for you.

I hope you all had a fantastic Thanksgiving. It's been a while since I wrote a blog post, mainly because my mom hasn't been well. I had to place her in hospice care, and it's been a tough journey. She's quite the rebel, always fighting and cursing at everyone around her.

Recently, I came across a photo of my adopted brother, David Williams. I'd only met him three times before he was adopted. He was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and my grandmother tried to take him in, but the state said she had too many people in her house. My mom, dealing with addiction and legal issues, couldn't care for him. Despite the pain, my grandmother, who valued family deeply, wanted to keep us all together.

Right now, I'm in the process of planning my mom's funeral, and it's a mix of emotions that's hard to put into words. I'm working on reducing my depression medication because I want to face these emotions head-on, even if it means dealing with them on a lighter dosage. As I strive to turn my life around, I find myself grappling with the negativity from my past.

It's bittersweet to know my mom is at peace now she passed at 1:30am on Thanksgiving. Seeing her on the streets, like she was homeless every day, was incredibly difficult. She never let anyone know what was going on with her, and that's a heartbreaking realization. Please, take care of your mental health. Talk to someone you trust or a therapist. It can make all the difference.