The Way It is |
Tuesday Sep 09 2008
My mother, my friend, died when she was 91. I miss her still, yet it was eighteen years ago. She was a beautiful, elegant, stylish lady. More than that, she was forgiving, uncomplicated by her total honesty, always willing to learn new ways, new directions even though it might require a reversal of old assumptions.[Read More]
Written by eldering at Fearless Aging
Tagged with: acceptance friends learning mother possibilities relationship strength
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