The Ones We Love
By Lois Martin
28 Dec 2008
Once in a while something happens in your life that is so tragic, so unexpected, it turns your world upside down and you don't know how you can ever go on. My "something" happened 26 years ago when my mother, drunk and in total despair, committed suicide. For months, I lived in a daze. How could she do that? What could I have done to stop her? Why didn't I see it coming? How long does it take for the pain to go away? The answers came to me 17 months later. My daughter, Sara, was born. I already had 2 boys, but there was something magical about that baby girl. She mended my heart in ways that one can only imagine. She gave me joy that I thought would be forever gone from my life. She gave me hope for the future. She filled the void that I thought would never go away. For those reasons, I chose her, not my husband, nor my sons, or any other loved ones for this story.
The memory of that horrible day will never go away and I have never been able to figure out "why", but the memory has faded and the "why" just doesn't really matter any more. Thank you, Sara, for my life.