I lost my mom
when i was 16
seven days after
my birthday.
It wasn't a great
birthday, cuz she was drunk.
See my mom was an alcoholic.
She tried to stop but the stress
of life kept her going.
But i don't remember her
in those moments when she
was drunk.
I remember all the good
times i had with her.
Like rodeos, pageants, and games.
She was my hero and
now she's gone.
I can't do any of that
stuff with her anymore.
But i can do everything
the best i can for her.
She is the reason i got
where i am today.
She tried her hardest to
be the perfect mom to us.
She tried so hard to please us.
She was always there.
There when i first fell in love,
first dance.
Now i start to think
about my future and
how she won't be there.
She won't help me get
ready for my wedding,
be there when i have
my first baby.
I'm growing up without
a mother.
But one day we will
be together again.
REUNITED as one.
