Losing one's parent is a hard lesson to learn about enjoying and remembering life. Our Mom has turned to telling my brother and I stories about life, about my father, about growing up. We are collecting these stories. So they are not forgotten. So they can live on and on. So we can always remember where we come from.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Runs in the family ...
I guess I look like and remind my Mom of her Tia Angelina. She was telling me this past weekend that her aunt was always quick with a joke, always on the go, and always the first one to defend my Mom - especially when she would bring my Mom home and yell at my Grandmother telling her that she is not to be punishing my Mom.
There's not much to tell in this post ... I just didn't want to forget who my Mom really thinks I remind her of.
Tia Angelina. My grandmother's sister.
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