Thanksgiving 2020

Is true my mom was hard on me. I once got the nerve to ask her why she beat me and cussed me so much. She said it was all I know to do. 

I forgave her at that moment, but I remember the words and the beatings. She went no where with me I don't feel can't be forgiven.

I miss you mum, Thanksgiving has not been the same since you left me. I miss you so much and your potato salad. I wish you were still here calling me on the phone and going flower shopping with you and gathering our oun cow manure...

Days are long and nights of sleep are short wondering so many times were you Rebeccaed. 

Your sickness makes no sense at all not me, it came so swiftly along with certain visitors who were there like never before. Bringing you food to eat and laced with what you should have listened to your baby sister and threw it in the garbage. 

I may never know the truth but one day someone may confess just like in the murder of Jeremy???