1. As I was growing up, there was one important rule for me to follow. That rule was, “always love your mama, and say that she is beautiful.” You “did good” with this post.

      1. You are very welcome. My mother died two days before my birthday 18 years ago, from ALS, Lou Gehrig’s Disease. I was with her when she died, and saw her breathe her last breath.

      2. Tough, I’m right now at her house, taking care of her, she has rocks in the kidneys and some other thing, so she can still move (not much) and I have to get back to my life, I’m an only child so I have to go back to my shitty room that I rent in another town soon to take care of somethings and then back here and back to the other town and back here and that’s what you got to do when you have a loved one that is not feeling good. I was thinking, how fucked up I am with my drug addiction problems, and now that goes off the window, I’m not going to let this woman down, no way. And on the flipside it keeps me sober, so in a strange way she is helping me.

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