All I knew was she was my little mommy and after years of struggle, she deserved the best of everything, even if that meant 11 pairs of the exact same sneakers in varying degrees of worn out.
My beloved mother died a year ago, just two weeks shy of her 100th birthday. The first anniversary of her death was last week. I read your column as I sat with her daily during the last two months of her life. It was a lifeline that made me laugh, cry and get mad right along with you. I'm truly, deeply grateful.
So beautifully written. You inspire with such love and humor.
My beloved mother died a year ago, just two weeks shy of her 100th birthday. The first anniversary of her death was last week. I read your column as I sat with her daily during the last two months of her life. It was a lifeline that made me laugh, cry and get mad right along with you. I'm truly, deeply grateful.
Keep on keeping on.