Losing Her
I spent my entire 31 years of life fearing the thought of my mother's death, even before she was diagnosed with cancer in 2015. My mother was almost 40 years old when she had me. I was her first and only child; the child that she had waited her whole life for, and she treated me as such. Growing up, we had an immeasurable bond. We had the kind of mother-daughter bond that people envy. Looking back on it now, I realize it may have bordered on unhealthy how close we were; not just how much I needed her, but more so how much she needed me. As I got older and more independent, our relationship got more complicated, but the love we had for one another never changed.
