She was so young, just a girl really, at twenty-eight, but also a wife and a mother. When she dolled herself up, she had an old-school kind of glamour and loved vamping it up with red lipstick, flashy jewelry and exotic perfume. When I’d watch her at her dressing table getting ready to go out, I remember thinking, “that’s how a princess would look.”
She had dancing eyes and a ready smile and had no trouble making friends, both men and women. She liked being the life of the party, and oh, how she loved to dance! When the music was playing, she couldn’t keep her feet still. I remember her holding me in her arms and us doing the boogie-woogie around the kitchen. She was so full of life and light.
Who knows what she could have accomplished in this world or how many lives she could have touched?
Unfortunately, we’ll never know because she died fifty-one years ago today…
- never to realize her potential,
- never to see her little girl grow up to become a woman,
– never to be forgotten.
I miss you, Mom.