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When someone you love so much dies, regardless of the circumstances,sometimes it's just almost too great a loss to just *deal* with,,, for many years the pain was too great,to even voice,put into words..losing a mother in my oppinion is one of those kinds of losses. Not everyone is blessed in *having* a mother,let alone one you CAN love like that..My heart goes out to you because just recently this last July I lost my BF of 4 yrs after a 2+ years battle with esophogeal cancer..I was there through the radiation,chemo,endless Dr. appts and hospital stays and E.R. room runs..and hair loss and worrying and always striving to be strong for him. and hide my pain,hide my fear if only but to comfort him.Make whatever was left of his life just a little easier.I was there while he dealt with the physical pain and weakness, and I was there when he became too tired to fight anymore..It's amazing the kind of strength a person can find within themselves when it is truly and completely needed by someone else.We can be as strong as we have to be, when we need to be.prior to his cancer we weren't on the best of terms in our relationship but when the Doctors told us, my heart changed in an instant...I would appreciate if you read another poem of mine titled " I'll Take Of You" (For Ron)..You are correct in saying **the pain resides**. I wish for you any and all comfort that will always reside in the love you will always carry for your mother....THANK YOU! for your understanding and comments.....Lisa

I appreciate your interest and feel we have alot in common..My mother tried repeatedly for years to overdose but we always managed to catch it..Unfortunately I can't remember a time throughout my childhood after my father died that did not include worrying when the *next attempt* would be.It became like the story of the little boy who cried wolf one too many times..In the end it ended the very same way..When it finally,really happened we didn't see we didn't hear.and I sometimes still blame myself for that..thinking that maybe if I hadn't grown so used to the *crying wolf* maybe, she would still be here.But I have realized that whatever a person truly sets their heart on in accomplishing,even if it is suicide,whether it takes hours,days,or even years, eventually if it is what they truly want. They will find a way to have it.The only hope a person can have in those circumstances is to somehow,someway,get them to change their mind..It will be up to them to save themselves..Without my father, there was no possibility of happiness to my mother.With 5 kids in tow and all loving her we weren't enough to make her want to stay..But I believe that as the multitude of attempts that transpired,looking back I think in a warped way she was *preparing us* for the eventuality she knew would come..She did not succeed until I was old enough and in a good relationship and able to take on the responsibilities of caretaking my younger siblings. She insured that we could all stay together instead of seperated had she succeeded while we all were still children.I blamed my personal success for her final demise for so long.Being where she was,with that bottle of pills in MY hands,has made me understand her in many ways I never did before.talking is good,I would look forward to that with you as you have suggested..I also have a poem i wrote this morning I would like you to proofread before I post,maybe a collaboration if there is anything you could add, just let me know how,where??and I will send it to you..It's about what I called *dibs on* to you.. your friend,,,Lisa