I loved my mom very much. I can't say that I ever understood her. Her choices in husbands were polar opposites and her choices within her life were equally bizarre. The cast of characters the she welcomed into her home and heart never ceased to amaze me.
All of her kids were freaks and we all enjoyed, loved, hated and dealt with the roller coaster that was our life together. Today was a tough day for me at certain points. When I needed to take a cigar walk to clear my head I did. Old photographs have a way of jogging your memory. I'll take some pictures back home with me, probably stick them in a drawer somewhere.
I really don't want any of her stuff. What I want of her, I keep in my heart and feel everyday.
I miss you mom.