The fact that I wore orange to a fourth-grade Christmas pageant might have said that I was Jewish and didn't know any better. But that wasn't why. I wore orange, because it was the first time I'd ever dressed for anything important without my mother's guidance. If she'd been home, I would have been instructed to wear my green velvet jumper with a red top - because my mother was nothing if not a good sport. She taught 2nd grade for over 30-years and, every Saint Patrick's Day, marched off to school with a leprechaun pin on the lapel of her jacket. She wore orange on Halloween and if she'd known what Kwanza was, she'd have found a way to combine red with black and green. She was not one to rain on another’s parade.
Hits very close to home. My mom was fiercely independent, and yet in the last couple of years of her life, it was I who was buttoning her coat up.Your writing is very moving.
Ohhhh my heart. My mom too. I wish there were a cure for broken hearts. So touching and moving. I can hear both your and mom voices and also your dads. Beautifully written.
Oct 1, 2022·edited Oct 1, 2022Liked by Debra Fried
Absolute genius, Debra! Having just lost my Dad last Feb., who also suffered from Dementia, this really spoke to me. Sweet/Sad & super-poignant!…And “polyester lily pads”?!!! The. Perfect. Phrase., (if I may steal your formatting from a previous text ; )
Great writing Deb, really enjoyed it. Reminds me in some ways of my mother's last couple of years before she died at 96 last year. Your mom though was much more involved than mine during her prime years. Much to be thankful for. Happy you still have her in your life. :-)
Good heavens — another arrow through my heart. Right through my heart.
Hits very close to home. My mom was fiercely independent, and yet in the last couple of years of her life, it was I who was buttoning her coat up.Your writing is very moving.
Ohhhh my heart. My mom too. I wish there were a cure for broken hearts. So touching and moving. I can hear both your and mom voices and also your dads. Beautifully written.
WOW!!! I can say not more right now Debbie!!!
Absolute genius, Debra! Having just lost my Dad last Feb., who also suffered from Dementia, this really spoke to me. Sweet/Sad & super-poignant!…And “polyester lily pads”?!!! The. Perfect. Phrase., (if I may steal your formatting from a previous text ; )
Grandma <3
Great writing Deb, really enjoyed it. Reminds me in some ways of my mother's last couple of years before she died at 96 last year. Your mom though was much more involved than mine during her prime years. Much to be thankful for. Happy you still have her in your life. :-)