Today is Mother's Day. The majority of people my age still have their mothers alive. They don't know how lucky they are. My mother died when I was a teenager from an overdose of an illegal drug. Her body was found in an alley. It haunts me to this day. I'll never admit it to anyone but I get really jealous of other people my age and even older who still have their moms around. They don't know how lucky they are. I'm well passed the age where one is expected to still need their mothers around, but growing up as a young man without one really had an effect on me. Plus I'm still angry at my mother for choosing her addiction over her children.