A Mother’s Day Letter to Mom

Dear Mom,

Even though you're gone, I thought I'd write this letter to you as a dedication to your life and the support you gave me through mine.

I know it was hard to live with someone like me…..someone who hung out with strange characters and killed even more strange characters. I know the endless amount of blood stains on my shirt must have been hard to get out, but somehow you were always able to do it.

There are many moments I remember like they happened yesterday.

Like when I had problems with my ex-boyfriend who happened to turn into an evil psychotic murderer and you weren't sure why I was being all needy. That was really nice of you to cuddle me. I really couldn't cuddle Angel, because chances are he was cuddling a puppy with a hammer at the time.

How about the time a bezoar attached itself to you, and you, Giles, Willow and others tried to dig it's mother out from the hellmouth? That was some crazy shit right there. It's still amazing to me how often you would pretend something insanely weird didn't just happened.

Kind of like when you and Giles…and….uh….the band candy. Um, I think I'll just skip over that part.

Sure, I've had to save you a few times. From demons, from vampires, even from Faith. But really, that's all in a day's work. No need to thank me. No….seriously….thank me.

Man, I just realized you've been brainwashed like a billion times. Remember M.O.O.? I do, and still have the rope burns to prove it. What the hell was that really about anyway? Hanzel and Gretal had some sort of crazy mind-power over people who are older than 18 or something? I'm still confused over that stuff.

Yeah, I do recall you kicking me out of the house, but I realize that you just didn't want to admit that your daughter wasn't normal. I just want you to know that I always wanted to be normal, but I was too busy boning vampires to really get there. Sorry.

When we buried you, I was sad, mad and all around frustrated….mainly because I forgot which of the 43 cemetaries you were in when I tried to come see you again. I should've made a map, but I was never very good with geography.

I heard you came back, but then I guess you said some stuff that didn't make sense six months later, so we decided it wasn't you….it was the first evil. It's a plothole in the scri…..in our lives, I mean. We'll just overlook that. Kind of like how we ignored that the Turok-Han vampires were nearly impossible to kill at first, then suddenly were as easy to slice as butter. But that's just my own annoyances.

The point of this is, I miss you mom, but I know you're in a better place. I just wanted to say Happy Mother's Day. I also wanted to say how much I love you, and I wish you were here because honestly Willow is a horrible cook, and I can't get stains out to save my life.

Your daughter,

Buffy Anne Summers