My Mom is 81 years young. She is now, and always has been, the prettiest, most vivacious, and most energetic woman I know. She confided to me this past weekend, though, that she can hardly stand to look in the mirror any more as she always sees her Aunt Emma looking back.
Now, even if that were true, it wouldn't be a bad thing. My Great Aunt Emma was a singular, strong and funny woman who lived to be in her mid-90s. She was a character with a contagious laugh that, once heard, could never be forgotten. According to Winston Churchill, "Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong." She was strong, and tall, so the tree metaphor works for me.
Here is a recent picture of my Mom so you can all see the beauty reflected there. Mom, you are not Aunt Emma. You are beautiful and I hope that the next time you walk by a mirror, you recognize the astonishing light of your own being.
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| Mom, my nephew Sam, and Dad |
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