Today is the eighteenth-year anniversary of my mother's death. I remember the day so vividly. It was a brilliant blue-sky winter morning, and she died a little after daybreak. Today I will only remember the good things: how my mother loved music and art and books, how she loved her children and how she would be happy to come visit me in NYC if she could. And maybe she does.
About Me
- madabandon
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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