All of the seasons in-between she was her own unique being – giving, loving, laughing, crying. Doing great things. Doing stupid things. Occasionally doing cruel things. Often doing kind things. She was my mom. I have some photos of her.
Here she is on her father's knee surrounded by her mom, her older brother Bill, and little sister, Lou.
A few years later -- older and more glamorous.
And later, still glamorous, with children of her own:
Bill and me (Mim)
What a great and wonderful life. A great and wonderful mom.
Happy Birthday, Mom,
wherever you are.
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