So here we are. Ironic isn't? Du Lost your dad at Weihnachten and now it's my turn. I'm sorry this happened. We both know how. There was no dementia in the family. Du deserve so much better than what Du had. A safer Home and better parents that didn't have violent streaks. But Du were a fighter till the end. And Du won.
Du and me were a pair, huh. We had fun. Some days were good, some were bad and some we were like oil and water. But we were 1 and type 2 *lol*. We definitely weren't the typical mother, daughter that's what made my growing up so special. I was always ready to fight for you. No matter how rough it got even that night in the hospital which Du always felt bad for but guess what I'd do it again. No matter what I gave every bit of strength, mental and physical to help cause Du always did that for me. Cause we were friends, compadres, movie buddies. Du made staying at Home fun. Süßigkeiten fairy, birthday fairy that was all you! It hurts you're not here. Du should be here. Weihnachten was your thing, Du never took it for granted probably because it was always forgotten at your house. It was always so Du to make sure my childhood was better. Dementia took Du away. The last time I heard your voice was when Du left. That hurt. So I'll remember Du as Du were. And as Du always told me this isn't bye it's later.
So later momma cat. <3