This passing of my second parent almost 38 years later is the oddity of my life. Growing up with no father and my mom’s mom being the disciplinarian and authority in my life was my childhood. That odd upbringing is why I respect women’s power to make rules and be the leader so much now.
I see the ability to be a strong willed, ethical and just person in the one I found to make a life with soon. She and I both see my mom as a heroin that raised us 3 boys to be great just and caring men. We live in a world of sexist women beating a-holes, yet we are not.
The unresponsive state of our mother is like a nightmare to me the one time I’ve been able to see her. Her catatonic state with little to no reaction to anything but pains is beyond sad to me. She is my hero and matriarch of this family.
She is forever the icon that we will fashion our families according to how she and her mother, our granny, did things then.