Happy Birthday Chic... Today Annette Whitfield would have been 56 years old. Why Annette and not momma because she told me to call her that when I first starting talking. But anyway, the reason I say BC is a blessing and a curse is because when I was 7 or 8 Annette turned into a strong alcoholic. She would drink day in and day out. That was how she dealt with her problems. She missed school events, my basketball games, my parent teacher conferences and even my senior ribbon and awards day and senior fashion show. I hated her! In between alcohol and her abusive relationships my momma was raped, beat, and mistreated. In 2009, she was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer and she dropped drinking and smoking cold turkey. I was nervous but proud that she was able to kick a habit so swiftly. From 2009 -2016 we were bonding but we never had a convo of our past we just never discussed it. I never told her how I felt so she never got a chance to know how I felt about her. If she had not caught BC we would have never bonded. Out of my 35 years of life I only had my momma for 14. So when I say I was robbed I'm not talking about the 2 years to the 2 months the doctor gave us, I am talking about my whole life. Her last convo with me about us was, I really appreciate everything you are doing for me and my kids. I have watched God transform my heart from hate to love to forgiveness. If you have your mother, love her and honor her. This is so unbearable for me but Annette was a fighter and she had strength of a warrior!
Happy Birthday in heaven. I know there is a good laugh up there with you, Auntie Jean and Uncle Bert. #icriedtypingthis #induetime #fuxcancer #nomorepain #happybirthday