You left this earth way too soon. You were only 57 years old. I was only 15. Not a day, or month, or year goes by that I don't miss you and wish that you were here. Wish that you could have watched me play softball (pitcher) in 7th and 8th grade (Slugger they called me at the bat lol). That you could have watched me graduate high school. Watched me perform in high school and college choir concerts. Seen me grown and married. Know that I'm okay.
I'd like to think that you'd be proud of me. Proud of who I was, who I am, and of the person that I hope yet to become. Proud of the fact that the life lessons you taught me are still deeply rooted in my core. Proud of the strength that I've had through the difficult times that we all face, and how I've come out on the other side a stronger person. Proud that I've remained true to myself.
Proud to have called me your daughter.
In 1955.....39 years old (look at those fabulous shoes!).
In 1961....age 45, with your only child, me (and what a surprise I was!).
One family story that you loved to tell was that when you informed Uncle Nicky (dads brother) that you were pregnant. You made the mistake of telling him while he was driving and he nearly went off the road!
Years later, in 1971, on a trip to Disneyland........Not a quality picture, but one of my favorites.
I treasure these, and all of the pictures that I have. I treasure the memories most of all. With all of my heart.
Thank you for being the mother that you were, and for instilling so much inside of me that still resonates.