My Mom died in 1989. She was 52. She'd been pretty sick for awhile. I was a young woman with babies. At the time it seemed like she was old, or at least, old age and the inevitable demise were not that far off.
She was first diagnosed with the fatal breast cancer at 48. I'm 49 now. It's kind of strange as I 'feel' perfectly fine - not old. Oh, my vision has gone to hell and I'm certainly not as limber as I once was, but I don't feel like death-by-natural-cause is lurking around any of the next few corners. But then I've not been attacked by cancer, shot at by chemo and lazered with radiation.
...just musings. Here she is
. Her name was JoAnn but she went by 'George':D
My son gave me an Orchid - It's beautiful. I made breakfast for him and the hubby (my choice). They cleaned up.
I don't miss mommying, but would never give-up those years for anything.
Happy Belated Mother's Day, Moms. Edited, May 9th 2011 3:55pm by Elinda