"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
morning haze over south beach from a fire in the everglades.
Newburgh Brewing Company | Newburgh, NY
A lady collecting rainwater in West Bengal, India, in 2012
Photo credit: Prasanta Biswas
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