I accidentally posted this on my writing blog, so I’m reblogging it in my Bible Study blog, which is the home of my Sunday Morning Coffee posts.
May 8 is Terry’s birthday. May 12 was Mother’s Day this year. May 16 was my mom’s birthday. She was born in 1925, and was part of that Great Generation. She was widowed at 68, and for a while I don’t think she really wanted to go on living. But, while she never got over missing my dad, she did get through her period of unbearable grief and went on to live almost 20 more years.
When I think of Mom, so many things come to mind. Right now, I’m thinking of her losses.
Her mother died of typhus when mom was just 22. I have no memory of my maternal grandmother. I was just one year old. But I certainly remember the way my mom loved her mother so much, and talked about what a kind and loving…
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