I’m Lynette Mather author of:Unspoken Secrets, a YA fantasy book and founder of: Twice Blessed Friends, a support group for women because everyone has a story of love, life, and loss.
It was a rainy April night in 1989, when my mom was killed by drunk drivers. I was devastated. I had just started having children. I had two at the time. My oldest was two, my youngest was six months old, and I realized that the one person I needed most of all was now gone. My mother, my best friend, the person I could to talk to about anything, was gone. Completely gone. I didn’t know what to do, how to feel, how could I get up in the morning and be that mom to my own children when my mother has been killed because someone drank too much. I often wondered if they ever thought about what they destroyed in my life because they took just one more drink. The days that followed my mother’s death were filled with pain for me. I didn’t want to get out of bed. I remember thinking I just want to lay here and die. How was I suppose to go on without her? It was a brutal nightmare, and I didn’t know how to move past the anger, and all the grief I felt, but I did. Somehow, I managed to pull myself out of the dark, damp, depth of despair that tormented me daily. I eventually got out of bed, and started to resume my life as a mom, a career woman. I did what the world expected me to do, but I wasn’t at peace with myself. I remember I kept thinking how can everyone be so happy? My mom was dead, but the world went on as if nothing happened. I remember feeling overwhelmed, I wanted to scream at people who were smiling and laughing because my heart was aching and breaking over the fact that I would never talk to my mother again. I would never hear her voice, or see her smile, or hear her laugh. I realize now, that part of me died the day my mother was killed, and from that day forward I was never the same person again.
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