Coffee runs through my veins

"Life" by Flavia

Follow your heart wherever it takes you, and be happy.
Life is brief and very fragile, and only loaned to us for awhile.
Wake up every morning with the thought that something wonderful is about to happen.

Twenty-two years ago today, my mother took her own life. When I meet new people, I feel an overwhelming sense to reveal this fact about myself. Yes, it is a fact about me. I am the "suicide survivor." This may be the reason I have a hard time letting people into my inner circle. It is difficult to be a "motherless daughter," but in a sense, it is part of who I am. It defines a small part of me. Her name was Diane. She was so kind, loving and caring. She loved children and animals. I can still picture her in the kitchen, cooking dinner, making cookies. She made us laugh and comforted us when we cried. She was a good person. Every day I am thankful for my life and I will never forget her.