The Day She Died
I’m waiting to board a flight home so I can help take my mom home from the hospital and help her adjust to life after a massive heart attack. Except now I’m not. I’m going home to plan her funeral.
Telling My Story
I’m waiting to board a flight home so I can help take my mom home from the hospital and help her adjust to life after a massive heart attack. Except now I’m not. I’m going home to plan her funeral.
A very happy Throwback Thursday birthday to Alyssa, my sister. I’m pretty sure this is for her birthday in either September 1990 or September 1991.
Alyssa and me ready for Bon Odori.
My sister Alyssa (always the fashion plate in her swank, 1970’s two-piece swimsuit) and me splashing around in our kiddie pool.
She was a mom from the start! My sister holding a very factory-fresh me sometime in May 1972. (BTW, we had that sofa until I was a sophomore in high school.)