The rabbi encouraged me to say a few words at the service for my mother. So, I did.
Oy! My mother!
My mother drove me crazy.
And so often she was right.
And that fact that she was right also drove me crazy.My mother loved me no matter what.
She was always interested in whatever I was doing.
She was always there to support all of my endeavors.
She was always there to celebrate all my successes.
…even though she did not always understand them.I am a very lucky person to have had such a fabulous mother.
Thanks, Ma!
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1 mimi of sexagenarian and the city // Feb 3, 2008 at 1:33 pm
ah, lolita, she sounds terrific. that’s really wonderful. i hope i’m that kind of mother (my kids are college-age). and i hope my mother is that kind of mother, when she reads the novel that my blog is going to turn into! i’m going to dedicate it to her.
so glad you’ve had help of a practical kind during the last week, as well as all the other kinds of support. i like the way you’re taking care of yrself (ice cream, target, et al.).
mimi
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