mom

my moms name was Angela Naylor (maiden name Bellerdine). she died April 7th 1994 she was 24 when she died. i was 8 months old when she died. some people i guess would say that i cant miss her sense i didn't know her but god i miss her alot. i miss her more than i could ever put into words. its kinda sad that i don't have any memories of her. i just have the words of others. it makes me jealous that these other people knew my mom and can tell me stories about her but me her daughter never knew her. i only know a few things about her, they seem pitiful and stupid compared to what most people know about their parents. but what i do know is: she was beautiful (she has the same dark hair as me but she cut hers short. she was 5'6 and a size 8 so around the same size as me. she had huge lips lol she had brown eyes but she wanted green eyes like i do she wore green contacts. she won most beautiful baby in NY when she was 1) i know she was an artist she took art classes in college and that's where she met my dad. she was 2 years older than my dad. i know she couldn't cook to save her life and would always invite her self over to her parents house to eat dinner. i know she loved! animals and she showed dogs as a kid. and when she was married to my dad she was always bringing home stray animals lol drove my dad crazy lol. i just found out about 10 minutes ago that she had OCD. my dad gave me the example that she had to keep touching the alarm clock and looking at the time over and over again before she could go to sleep. i know she was super funny. like one of the funniest people uv ever met and pretty much everyone loved her. i know she liked to write and i found a bunch of her journal stuff. and the last thing i know is she loved sour cream. she ate it on everything. but saddly thats pretty much all i know about her. it makes me so angery that so many people take their parents for granted or say they hate their parents when i would kill for a day with my mom. when the only "memorie" i have of her is a dream and i treasure that. i miss her so much and i wish she was here so i could talk to her about everything. their are so many things i wish i could talk to her about. it makes me angery with God some times. why out of every one was i choosen to not have a mom when all these other girls get to have one. I want my mom. didnt God know that? that i want her and that i was going to miss her. i know its not Gods fault but i just miss her. i hope i see her again one day but i worry cuz she was catholic so who knows where she is. man i miss her.