Our mother died on January 4, 2025 at a seemingly (to us) young 79 years old. It’s definitely not how one expects or hopes to start a new year, but that’s the proverbial hand dealt to us.
Compared to others – extended family, friends, co-workers – I am very fortunate to have both my parents until I was almost sixty. Sadly, my three youngest half-siblings lost both parents before fifty. Very unfair.
For obvious reasons, Mom’s children have recently spent a lot of time together, often sharing different stories we remember. I decided to write mine up: unknown whether for posterity, cathartic or some other reason.
Enjoy?
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