My dad died when I was 1 year old so I was raised by my mom. Growing up, I was always afraid that my mom would die; I wouldn’t have any parent with me here on earth; and I would go live with my aunt and uncle. I loved my aunt and uncle, but the thought of losing my mom terrified me. I suppose my fear got better as an adult, but in many ways, my fear just changed. I no longer needed my mom for food, shelter or clothing, but I needed her wisdom, strength, encouragement and spiritual guidance.
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