Dear Oprah

I wish I had my mom here with me to give a piece of most needed advice.
Or an Oracle. Or a very sincere friend.
A woman once I called a friend died last night.
She was not much older than me and she died during her sleep.
I like her family and I have good memories from the time we shared together so I believe I should go to her funeral, right?
On the other hand, I haven't seen her or her family for years and when my mother was sick and later when she passed away nor she or her husband or children came to my mom's funeral.
So I ask myself, do I really need to go to hers?
Deep inside me there's this woe that few people cared when my mom was sick and I was all alone taking care of her.
Few people offered me a shoulder to cry or a hand to help me.
And God, how lonely I felt.
But I have to tell you that Selma's husband or children will not be lonely at all.
They are part of that group I was once, PV, and being part of it, they are never going to be alone.
Why am I not part of this group anymore?
Because I felt betrayed by them. It's a long story I don't feel talking about now.
Sometimes I think about if I die suddenly who will attend my funeral and you know? It doesn't matter.
Because those who love me they have to show they love me while I am alive.
They must show my kids that they love them while I am alive.
Later, it is good to know you have friends but it's better to know that your friends where there for you when it mattered.