Mom

Last night, we admitted my mother into hospice. 😞 She was a hard drinking, hard smoking, hard living, hard swearing soul. She lived a reckless life. Four packs a day. Four marriages and countless “others.” We had a difficult, complicated relationship. To be honest, she was not a great mother; often, she was not even a marginally good mother. Our family life was filled with drama and violence and filth and a million other things I try not to think about. But, my sister, my brother and I carry her sense of humor, her intelligence, her love of people, her love of life, her work ethic. She was a big, larger-than-life personality, and, no matter what transpired, she was still our mother.