When any family and friends who mocked and disowned you find out the truth, do you honestly believe they'll admit they were wrong? All this process did was to point out those who truly don't know what love is, or how to show honor and respect to others.

Monday, the day after Mother's Day, I may see my sister and her family for what may be the last time. We bury our mom next to our dad at a government cemetery that day.

I'm grateful that I told my mom (almost) every day just how much I loved her. We were all so blessed to have her in our lives. Words just don't do her justice.

I wish a patriot or a military member could be there for me. I'll be alone, trying to hold myself together while I say goodbye—as my "family" stands in judgement of me. I not only lose my mom, but half of my family that day.

We have all lost so much.