She passed away in May of 2007. She was my caregiver and my support in every way. She was also my best friend, my sister, my business partner. We did everything together. We went everywhere together. We made all decisions together, right on down to what to have for dinner. First, my stepfather passed away in August 2006, then I lost my mom. He, too, was very supportive of my being sick. He used to defend me to my evil relatives. And he never would have let me be all alone like this. No one understands how horrible it is to be sick and to lose your entire family unit in such a short time. I lost everything. I couldn't afford to stay in my home without their income. I couldn't afford to take care of all the cats without their income. So I lost several pets, as well. They were taking care of me. And I needed their help. I'm mostly housebound. It's just horrible that they are gone in a million ways. After my mom died, my relatives were so evil and cruel to me, it was like a double blow. They felt they finally had free reign to attack me now that there was no one left to defend me. And they acted like my mother wasn't important. Alternately, one uncle acted like it was "his" sister, "his" property that died and I wasn't her daughter, I was nothing. I was treated like this "thing" she had and they didn't know what to do with me. They had no regard for the fact I've been on disability for eighteen years for severely Advanced Lyme disease with overlapping CFIDS and Fibro. They told me to get a job or go to school or they wouldn't pay my bills and I would be homeless. I was left with no money for months after my mother died and had to listen to these monsters for the bill money. If God hadn't stepped in and given me the life insurance money, I would have killed myself. They were at me so badly, I would just shake and cry. They said horrible things to me. And insisted that I was faking the illness. I do not know how people can be so cruel and evil and cold. I live on my own now in a low income building. But it's horrible. I'm alone, and I struggle every day to do the things I need to do to live. And I don't know how much longer I can do this. Last soldier standing, and I'm not standing very well. I miss talking to my mother. I miss seeing her in the house, cooking or with the cats. I miss those cats, too. I don't think anyone realizes the depth of my grief and sadness. And to be left all alone when I'm sick, is just the ultimate. If I was healthy and had a family of my own, it would still be horrible, but at least I would have a job and kids and friends and a life. But to leave me where I have no one and I'm alone and way too sick to do much of anything, it's just beyond cruel. I wish I knew why this happened to me. I've always been a strong person. But this is getting too hard to bare. And I was always a good person. I always looked to help people. It just makes no sense. I need my mom. I wish I could just talk to her, even one more time. I hope I get my wish someday.