Mothers day must have been a very hard day for my sister Jane. I have already written about the many reasons why it would be such a sad day for Jane in this tribute to my sister, and I will not be repeating them. I must however state that it was also a very diificult day for my sister because of our history with our Mother, who had "wronged" Jane in many ways. I only want to celebrate my sister Jane today. Jane was also often Jimmy and my "real" mother. Jane would always cook for us, and even come to our apartment and clean it for us. When Jane was stuck in her horrible marriage in a house with no heating oil or hot water, our brother Jimmy would go over with oil that he bought with our last dime to give to Jane, so that she and her children wouldn't freeze in their house. But certain individuals forget about that. I don't, but Jimmy and I would do anything to help our sister if we could. When Jane finally had to get a kerosene heater, we would always fill it for them, so they could survive the harsh winters there. Jane went through hell to keep her children together and healthy. She did an incredible job, despite the unending abuse and neglect that she endured. Certain individuals forget that, (oh I mean flat out deny it), but I don't. Jane was always loving and affectionate to me, like a mother, and I am still very grateful for that. Our Mother was often "missing" and "unavailable" as I stated before. She was always off in her own world, deep in an unbelievable state of denial and codependent addiction with her alcoholic "companion" Bob, and "not there" for us. I know that as a solid fact, from our history together and from all of our endless and intense conversations that we had, especially over the last 6 months of my sister's short life, in the hospital and at Jane's home. Some people would criticize me harshly for my comments about our parents, but the truth always comes out, and I am not about to hide or keep anybody else's dirt or secrets anymore. I will be discussing our "father" in a post soon. It needs to be said...... for me, but most importantly for my sister Jane. Happy Mothers Day to my beautiful sister-mother Jane, I will not forget you. I miss you and love you very much. I know that Jane would want her story to be told, not only as the way that I saw it, but also the way that we both lived it. Thank you for reading our post today. Love and Light to you
