I'm just blogging away this morning.  I've been thinking about my Mom a lot lately.  She passed away when she was 44 and  I was 23.  I never knew whether she would get Parkinson's or breast cancer, and I've been ruminating over that for a while.

It's a terrible thing to lose a parent, especially when you're young.  I have had so many questions that, especially for a daughter, only my Mom could answer.   I talk to her quite a bit but sadly she doesn't respond (although I think she has, once -- different story for a different day).  It's been a long time but I still imagine what she would say.

Here's a picture of us.  I was probably somewhere between 1 and 2 years old.  I treasure this old photo.  She was so beautiful!