Sadly my mother passed away in 2015, one month short of her 95th birthday. A long and interesting life, mostly good, some not so much, like the last year or so. Other hard times too. Attended elementary and high school during the Depression spending about 15c a day. Her family lost their house when she was about 11, moved in with relatives. Her husband, my father, was a WW2 vet, finished his degree, was on the way to big things but died accidently. She could have lost our house (for her 2nd time), but she returned to school, got her degree (and eventually Masters) and taught for 30 years, married again, raising 5 kids, (we’re all married, reasonably successful 4 of us with grandkids ), outlived her 2nd husband. I came out to her before she passed, but I’m not sure if she wanted to listen or didn’t fully understand and I didn’t push it. 4 of us split to different parts of the country, a sister staying back while I came in as much as I could to help in her final years. I loved her dearly.
Hugs, ChloeC
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