an unforgettable passing

Everyone losses a friend or even a family member. Sure, typically you lose a grandmother or grandfather from an old age, or a sickness. Well, the others lose aunts or uncles, or cousins, and the unlucky ones lose siblings, or parents. Who did I lose is the big question, well i'll tell you. My mother. My one and only mother. Her name was Paula Blanco. I still relate to her as mommy, because, well she died as my mommy, therefore, she will always be my mommy. She died over four years ago, due her untreatable cancer,which was some type of Ovarian Cancer. She became diagnosed when I was seven. I am now fourteen years old, so that means seven years ago, this whole sickness journey began. My mom had fought that battle for three long, painful years. She had taken more surgery's than one person can handle. But that was the thing, my mom was tough. Believe it or not, she was a good mother, with the craziest, childish personality you could ever notice.
I have, over the years, learned to manage without a mother. Which any teenage girl would understand the struggle. I missed out on her fights, her laughs, her jokes, and her company in general. I needed her. I needed her for my period, for my boy drama, for all my drama, for the sex talk, for the tampon instructions, for the trips to the mall, for the annoying remarks, for everything. Mommy, all I have left to say is, I need you, I miss you, and I love you so much.