The picture is of breast cancer survivors, something else to remember on Mothers Day.

Good morning, everyone...

I remember Mama in only a vague sort of way, because my only visions of her often came at inopportune times in my life, and then nearly always of situations where she was rendered totally powerless by my Father. It is terribly ironic that the only picture I have of her is one a digital picture of her taken by my son as she lay in a funeral home in Illinois, frail and withered, having died a slow and miserable death from Alzheimer's Disease. Even then the fractures in my family were never more evident than some of the family feuds that erupted after her passage.

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