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both my mom and sister died three months of each other. my sister was shot by a drugged up ex while my mom died from alcholism. i will never be the same but people treat me like i am crazy
Started this discussion. Last reply by Carly Michelle Hoskins Aug 14, 2011.
Belinda Rose has not received any gifts yet
Though this life treated you like scum
you gave me the beat to my drum
you let your heart crack and bleed
and made me suffer and need
you shut out all who wanted to see you well
to the bottle you would scream and yell
yet underneath the surface of this all
was a woman trapped by the alcohol
a woman whose heart was as big as the sun
and really just wanted to have fun
her heart ached for me
she was so blind but i…
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Hi Belinda, I lost my mother on 7/3/2010 to alcoholism. Alcoholism is a horrible disease. I sometimes feel that when people hear that my mother passed away from alcohol that the begin to judge her. I find myself at all cost wanting to defend the decisions she made to others; however, being really angry with her for making those decisions. I tried and tried to get her to stop and so did other family members, but she just wouldn't listen. My mother lost her husband in 2004 and that is when she turned to alcohol. She just didn't want to live anymore without him. She wasn't a bad mother at all, but the alcohol began to consume her. She as a magnificent person with a great hear. I miss her sooooo much and just wish she would've dealt with the grief for her husband in a more constructive manner. ...the last lesson she taught me was not to deal with grief with alcohol. I pray and thank God every day for comforting and strengthing me.