Jan 16, 2016
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#bff #miss_her ♡♡♡♡♤ (en Burger King Plaza Siglo Nuevo)
It's now 2015, the year I turn 18 and graduate from high school. While most kids want really special stuff for their birthday I just want to see my mom, I know that won't happen, and for graduation they get a party and presents I just want my mom and older brother to see me graduate and I know that is almost impossible. Want to know why? Because my mom died April 21, 2012 and my older brother is serving in the USAF. I'm proud of him for serving and I know he's proud of me for serving in the USARNG but all I want this year is for him to be at my graduation since my mom cannot be. High school is said to be the best four years of your life but I know its not. My freshman year my mom died and my little half-siblings were adopted, my sophomore year my best friend switched schools because her and her family were getting bullied, my junior year I lost a lot of friends to really stupid stuff, and this year I graduate and turn 18 without knowing if my mom would be proud of me and if she was how proud she would be of me. I'm thankful for everything I have and I know it's ungrateful to wish for more but I wish she was still alive and I wish she could be there for two of the most important days of my life.
Looking through the things of years and months past makes me remember how it was before. Before she died, before they left, before I was left alone. This next April will be three years since she died and the pain of it hasn't lessened in the slightest. I miss her so much, I wish she could have lived longer. I wish there was a cure. It's so much worse for someone to die when you know it's coming and you're just waiting and can't do anything about it. Like watching a bomb tick down but not knowing when it'll blow. You know it'a going to happen and you know you can't prevent it but you don't know when. That's how it was. I wish there was a cure, so more people don't have to know what my siblings and I went through. But, as of yet, there still is no cure, and I'm not sure if there will ever be one. I have hope, but that hope is slowly dwindling with all the focus on a cure for cancer and now this "ebola crisis".
R.I.P. Elizabeth Anne Angstadt
June 23, 1969-April 21, 2012
A loving woman and mother. An AIDs victim.