Remembering Mom: A Cooperative Project

Last week someone asked me to describe my mom before she got sick. However, try as I might, I only have a handful of memories of her before everything went to Hell in a handbasket. Of course, this isn’t some sort of pity party. Well, maybe it is a little…but mostly for her.

We do alright.

We do alright.

Honestly, I actively work to NOT remember because it inevitably leads me to the bottomĀ of a dark well: Ardie Ho-Ho was royally screwed in this life. I mean, that’s what it’s really about, right? She lost everything. What’s worse is that she is somewhat aware of this fact.

 

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