Years ago I gave Carrie my mother’s wedding picture. Last night while I was down Carrie’s I took a picture of the picture.
She looks so happy and beautiful. When I look at this picture I see someone who had such hopes for the future. I only hope that she found some happiness for herself in her adult life. Her childhood was full of physical and mental abuse by her mother. She had a miserable childhood.
She passed away on May 10, 1984 from pancreatic cancer at the age of fifty-five. I am a few months shy of fifty-five. I guess that weighs heavy on my mind lately.