My Gold Digging Future Stepmom
It was the summer before my senior year in high school when my mother of only 36 years passed away from a year long battle with breast cancer. She was an extraordinary woman, wife and mother that fought until the very last day of her life. My father and I were both devastated at her death, even though we knew her time was near and thought we were well prepared for the outcome. My mother’s sisters and their families attended the funeral, but went home following the services. After the burial, my father and I went home to an empty house fully expecting to see my mother’s smiling face. I was an only child so I didn’t have any siblings to provide comfort. My father kept to himself for the next few weeks. During that …