It’s Mother’s Day, and even more than usual I’m missing my mom today. Not a day goes by when I don’t think of her and wish she were here.

Sometimes I wonder if she can see what’s going on. I hope not, because she would be appalled by the state of things. I wonder if the person my father is sleeping with has managed to erase all memories of my mom in my mom’s house…she was well on her way when I was there two years ago. At best, she’s a lying conniving manipulating person. If her aim was to destroy the family she (and her skank of a granddaughter who mooched off me for several months) have done a good job of it. I haven’t had any communication with my father in over a year, and the emails between my older brother and I are impersonal and sporadic at best. My older brother has special needs, and so he doesn’t have much of a choice but to put up with her and my father. My little brother and his family have minimal contact as well, and my father has allowed her grandchildren (including the skank) to take the place of his own grandchildren. Her jealousy of his closeness with them saw to that, even though he purports hurt that they have grown apart, or he had before he dropped all contact with me.

My mom believed in family. When my grandpa died, and later my aunt, she did everything she could to keep traditions alive and the family together. If she can see what’s going on she’s no doubt horrified by the fractured state of things. And she would not have liked the person attempting to take her place. My mom would have seen right through her and her nasty ways.

All Mother’s Day does is remind me of all that’s been lost.