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No point in blaming yourself. Life would be much easier if we were just kicked out of the next like young birds. But we're not, we're an ungainly creature, not fit to support ourselves until long after the familiarity of our parents breeds contempt.

My condolences, and I hope that you are now as free of this angst as she is today. It's tough to lose your mother.

Your loss is at once completely unique and completely universal.
Don't let the guilt overpower the pride you should feel at the son she raised.

I am sorry to hear of the passing of a loved one.

These words have given me comfort in the past and maybe they will do the same for you.

Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripended grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starshine at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there... I did not die.

- Anonymous

I am so sorry for your loss, and for your pain.

Roy:

I'm sorry about your loss.

Regarding your comments...I have a few ungrateful kids myself. Maybe they'll grow out of it, maybe not. My point is, as a parent, I don't hold it against them, and I wouldn't want them feeling guilty about it.

Hang in there and let me know if I can do anything.

-Chris

Doctor Flowers: if you're amazing and wonderful over the internet, in person you must be something else. Deep condolences to you and yours at this time. Your mother had 89 years to realize how special you are as a person, knowing that you were the result of her love and effort and molding. I'm sure her pride lives on just as she is with you, always.

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