4 years

My mother on her front porch in Virginia.

Gone 4 years today.

I miss my mother’s beautiful soul. Her eagerness to laugh at any joke.

I miss the way she moved with such grace, her joy when dancing, her goodness and kindness, her absolute acceptance of every living being–exactly as they were.

Bride at 24.
  • My mother the Rockette circa 1950s.
  • With grandchildren Olivia and Mateo.
My mother laughing.