Monday, June 03, 2019


If my mother were still alive, today would be her 92nd birthday.  She lived to 89, a long a full life.  She ventured a long way from home, as we all are, she was forever scared by her upbringing.  

Five years ago, I stopped at a drug store the weekend before mother's day, to buy a card.  One of the men standing there was grumbling about having to find a card, before I could stop myself, I said, "someday you won't have to do this anymore, this may be my last time."  

Do I wish she was still alive, not really, and certainly not in the physical and mental condition she was in most of the last 3 years of her life.  Her passing was a relief.  

I am still examining my relationship with my mother.  It was far more complex than I admitted when she was alive. But the past is gone. Time to be thankful and move forward.  


  1. My mother too died at 89 and would also have been 92 this month. Our relationship was also complicated... but I always readily admitted it. She thankfully got much kinder and a bit easier as she got older and her final years were pretty good as a whole. Parenting... and raising parents... NOT for the faint of heart!

  2. I have had no relationship with my egg donor for almost 30 years. too toxic. not worth it to my mental health.

  3. Our relationships with our parents is probably the most significant one in our lives because it shapes our characters and issues for life.

  4. that was quite lovely, thank you.