SherriMLittleton

      There are times times when I question everything. I question "why" to everything including my mother's death. Why was my mother taken that way? There was no warning. There was no building yourself for what was to come.  There was a misdiagnosis, then later a diagnosis then death the next day. Why as her only child was I put into the position to make decisions for the strongest yet most feminine person I knew?  Why was the best parent taken from me before either of us were ready?  Do you also have questions about your loved one's death? Don't stop. Don't feel bad about it. It is your right as their relative to question everything. You might finally get the correct answers that you deserve.  Sherri M. Littleton For last post: https://sherrimlittleton.blogspot.com/2021/06/surviving-my-mothers-death-part-19-20.html

      It can be difficult to understand those of us who are our parent's only children. As the only child of my parent's marriage and My mother's only child, after their divorce, my mother raised me differently than perhaps some of my family and friends. I was never raised with  the sense that I couldn't achieve, no matter how long it took. As a kid, I always played  "in charge" of something in my finished basement with friends or stuffed animals. I'm sure there is a picture somewhere of me and my stuff animals or friends around a table where I'm telling them what to do. Bossy? Perhaps. Friendly and creative? Definitely. See, very different!       Also, I didn't like to share. For instance, sharing my toys was NOT in my vocabulary , LOL and honestly I still don't (men, money, etc).  But, I loved to have parties, be around others, go to events and be in organizations. I was never the type that wanted to stand alone all of the time. I was blessed

      A rebirth is sometimes necessary to move forward. Part of my process in healing from my Mother's death ( that is still weird for me to say), is understanding that I must become a different person, a woman that my mother  raised and groomed me to become. The next phase in healing is understanding WHO that woman really is.       One of the things I remember as a kid was watching my mother and imitating her moves including her walk, way of doing her hair, natural makeup, nails and her wardrobe. Walking in her high heels and playing dress-up with her clothes and jewelry was exciting. I'm sure many girls experience similar activities. Now, as a woman, I treasure all of those items that I inherited and the memories as well.  They will hell me in my journey of becoming Me. Sherri M. Littleton For Yesterday's Post: https://sherrimlittleton.blogspot.com/2021/06/surviving-my-mothers-death-part-16-17.html