Mother’s Day was this past weekend. Although time didn’t work in my favor to get a post together, mothers aren’t forgotten.
This is my mother. She learned her English by exposure, thus everyone noticed her Italian accent. Her strength was her kindness and her hands … that is, she could cook and sew with the best of them.
My mother died much too young … a month shy of her 59th birthday back in 1987. However, I was lucky to have someone else.
This is my mother-in-law (MIL). Like my mother, she grew up during the depression, thus those times influenced her. Like my mother, my MIL was genuinely kind and cared about people … and always supportive of my wife and I. She and my mother were very close to the same age, but she lived much longer.
My MIL passed away this past December, so this past Sunday was new to me as it was the first Mother’s Day I exclusively relied on memories.