Thursday, July 5, 2007

I Am Marion's Daughter

Twenty years ago today, on a quiet Sunday morning, in the course of one solitary phone call, I changed from someones child to a motherless daughter.

I believe we were having waffles at the time.
Mom & Me
On that morning my father called to tell me that my mother had died in her sleep. The news of her death meant that who we were together could never change. All possibilities for something different, something better, were simply gone.
I no longer mourn my mothers is something that now seems a part of the usual...the known. I did not seek her approval for how I lived my life, but I find myself wondering what she would think of how my life has turned out.

I wonder if she would like my children.