Every Mother's Day or Father's Day, I think of my parents, remember that they have died yet a flood of fond, happy memories come to my mind...and I smile. I'm happy for that. Having bad memories of parents must be difficult to deal with, not impossible, just harder...maybe. These pictures of my Mom that I've posted are ones of her as I remember her. While I certainly remember her when she was younger, these photos are of her when she and my Dad, while always my parents, had become friends, too. This shift in our relationship was a good one and I'm happy that it happened before they died. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mom...I will always love you. If it's possible or real in any way, I do hope to see you again in the future.
|My Mom with Charlie at my house in Albuquerque, NM|
|My Mom in her chair at home|