Nancy Marie and Me.
Today would have been my natural mother's birthday. I use the term "natural" because she was my mother for the first eight years of my life. I will never know her. I only have photographs and some stories that others have shared with me over the years, as well as my own foggy memories. Every year on this day I remember her and wonder what might have been. What would she have thought of my family? Me as a mother? As a woman? A few months ago I had taken some old photographs into work to share with my colleagues and they pointed out how my children look like her. I wonder sometimes what she was like or if we would have been close. Those questions will forever go unanswered. I cannot recall today where I read this but in an interview, John F. Kennedy Jr. was asked if he remembered his father. He had responded with something along the lines of "I am not sure if I actually remember these things or if I have seen the footage so many times that I believe that is what I remember." Well said. "Tomorrow is a new day." - My Dad.
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