My mother passed away when I was one year’s old from a car accident. My Dad was young and overwhelmed by the thought of raising three children, so he gave us to his parents to raise. I can remember thinking when I was a child that my life was normal. Everyone had to know what it was like not to know your mother. As I started getting older, I realized that it wasn’t normal. All my friends had mothers and fathers and all lived together like one happy family. About 3rd grade, I can remember crying on Mother’s Day because I didn’t have a mom. My Grandparents would try to comfort me by telling ... Read the Post