Mary Ellen: The wind on my face

One of the few family photos with the four of us. Taken in 1987.

(Part 3 of a three-part series. Today’s post is about double the usual 200 words, but given the personal nature of the series, I’m sure you’ll understand.)

Mom with her first grandchild, Malissa.

Today’s my mom’s birthday. Had breast cancer not claimed her life in 1990, she’d be 79 years old today. One of her greatest desires was to be a grandmother, a blessing that happened only once before her mortal journey came to an end. Today, Mom is grandmother to eight and great-grandmother to one. I suspect she’s doted over each of them, though her mortal path only crossed with one of them.Read More »