Moms

Even at 42, I can not imagine life without my mother. She has always been there for me thick or thin. As a child, I worshipped the ground she walked on. As a teenager a believed she was the wicked witch of the west with all the rules that she imposed upon me. As an adult she not only is my mther but my friend, grandmother to Ben, driver and watcher of him as needed and just my overall emotional support. I don't depend on her anymore but I can't imagine life without her.

My wonderful Aunt Rena lost her mother yesterday to cancer (among other things). I confess that even though I have known Aunt Rena basically all my life, I really don't know much about her mother. I knew she was a wonderful baker back in the day and that she loved to cook. I knew that she deeply cared about her family, children and grandchildren. I knew that she stayed home with her own kids and was married to a mail carrier. Most importanly, I knew that she was the mother to my aunt.

I can not imagine the pain that my aunt is going through. I don't want to. So... here's to my mom being with me for many years to come. And also it is time to say goodbye to another mother. May Shirley rest in peace.