I was living in a adult group home, and the coordinator became a mom to me. She told me that I was her daughter. I will never forget the first nite I was there. My depression was not real good at the time so I wasnt eating. She told me how i needed to eat a sandwich with my meds so another girl that lived there made me a pb&j sandwich. After I ate the it, she told me she as proud of me, something I hadnt heard in some time. I remember how we use to do all kinds of tyhings together. I had called home to my family one time and it didnt go so well, so she took me to get a pedicure. I will never forget the day I got a phone call telling me that one of my best friends that I grew up was killed in a car accident. She held me while I cried, and stayed with me until I was ready to fall asleep. She was always there for me when i needed her. We did many things together. When I first got there she called her sister and told her "I think she is the one I think I just found my daughter." In 2005 she had gotten sick. No one would tell me what it was cuz they didnt want me to worry. Not long after that I found out she had cancer. She has multiple myeloma. i will never forget the day she died. It was Easter, and I had went to my parents house. I didnt get back until later that nite. I kind of knew something wasnt right when I had gotten there and the people that were going to spend that day with her were home. I walked into the house, and I was met at the door by her sister, and my house parent. They took me into my "mom" room, and told me that she had gotten real sick that nite. They told me that they took her to the emergency room and got her to the operating room, but by the time they got her on the table it was too late. She had already passed away or went to be with Jesus is what her sister said. So she passed away Easter morning. All I could say was no not my mom, and cry like I never cried before. I felt like it was all a nightmare. Not long before she passerd away, she had bought me a stuffed bear. I got it that nite, and still have it. On the day of her funeral, all I could do is cry, my dad and sister along with a good friend came to the funeral. The minute I seen my sister I ran to her hugged her and cried. When they were taking the casket to the hurse, I could hardly handle it. When the hurse drove away, her mom and one of my friends had to hold me up cuz all i could do was cry and scream for them to bring her back, i want my mom back. I couldnt even stand on my own two feet. I still miss her terribly, but I know she is in a better place and is not hurting anymore.
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