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  • I never had a chance to say goodbye to my mother. She was having a minor surgery, the anesthesiologist screwed up, and she was gone in a heartbeat.

    Sometimes I envy those with closure, reconciliation, healing. A big part of me was glad when she died; for years I was a tsunami looking for landfall because I could not tell her that. I was a mess and a young mother.

    Now, 37 years later, I can say she tried as hard as she could given what she had to work with, and I can say thank you for teaching me how NOT to parent. It's not a bad legacy after all.
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