My recovering alcoholic step mom has died. Funny, I woke up about 20 mins before she took her last breath, and was awake when her oldest son called. He's been by her side the entire time and I made sure to tell him he did her proud. I knew she'd want me to tell him that.
My step mom was my last honest witness to my life, before marriage. She knew all the things my own mom denies or lies about. She helped me complete the puzzle that was my old life, giving me answers and insights that no one else would admit to. A small part of me went with her, and a small part of her remains with me.
She was the last link to my Dad, I was hers and that was our special bond.
I dread telling my sister, who has to be informed. There are inheritance issues and my Dad's estate in still in probate. My sister hates her, probably because my mom wants that. I think I'll post something on facebook and let my sister take it from there.
I love you Rose. You were and will always be a bright beautiful light in my life.