Mom

• 7 years ago, December 31, 2010 my heart 💔 was crushed and my 🌎 world flipped upside down and all around. It was the day that I started my decent into 🙅 not caring weather I lived or died because it was the day that the matriarch, the ✊ rock, the glue of my 👪 family, my mommy MaryAnn Josephine DiGiacomo was taken. For the longest time I was bitter. My mommy only knew me as the wanna be gangster I portrayed. The lazy bum, loser 👎 who expected everything to be handed to him due to a misplaced sense of entitlement. She didn't witness me go to college, work and become a man. My heart ❤️ has yet to heal and probably never will. I miss my mom so much. I never would have been homeless at a few points in my life. I seriously doubt I would have went to multiple rehabs and would not have had 5 stints in a psych hospital (where I met female mistakes!) I miss her so much. The old adage of: You never know how much they mean till they are gone. Truer words have never been written!