My mother, Sylvia, born 10/11/14
Atlantic City, 1936
Yesterday was 10/11/12. I like dates that go in a row. A former colleague of mine was born on 1/23/45 and though we don't work together anymore, I still remember his birthday. What would have been my mother's 98th birthday was yesterday, this year on a date that went in order.
This is one of my favorite pictures of my mother. Here she appears not to have a care in the world. It was summer and she was twenty-two years old and enjoying a vacation in Atlantic City. In ten years she would meet my father and four years later I would be born. In the interim there would be a horrific World War, but that was unknown on this summer day.
My mother died in 1990, too young and too soon. Not a day goes by when I don't think of her and have a thought or experience I want to share with her. Though she was shy she made friends easily and had a wonderful circle of women friends. I know she would have liked the blog world and delighted in meeting new friends around the world. She would have marveled at the wonders that were no farther than a few clicks away.
Mom, this one's for you, on days where the numbers go all in a row, and days where numbers and life are scattered and have no order. Thanks for all you gave me. How lucky could I get!