It was March of 2000 when I lost my Mom. She was 95 years old. This picture was taken about a month beforehand. I miss her as much today as I did in the days and weeks immediately following. You see she was more than just my Mom. She was my best friend for all those years. We had a special bond. Perhaps it was because I was adopted; I’m not sure. All I know is that through thick and thin she was my champion. I was tall for my age and never quite slick enough to qualify for a clique. She taught me how unimportant that was. When I had questions about anything she’d answer them. When I felt like crying about the injustices of growing up she’d hug me; when I wanted to laugh she laughed with me. And when I deserved it she punished me/Dogwalk Musings. More here
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