M's Joey Heatherton look, February 1978
My sister-in-law gave me this poem which I thought so beautiful and appropriate in tribute to my mother on her second birthday after her passing.
Your mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She's your breath on the air on a cold winter's day.
She's the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, Christmas morning.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's the place you came from, your first home, and the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy,
but nothing on earth can separate you -- not time, not space -- not even death.
Happy Birthday, Mutti!
With Jerry at his wedding
With Mickey at Janie's wedding
With Linda getting ready for her wedding
I'm Going Home, Hank Williams Sr.
July is my family's biggest month for birthdays. Happy Birthday to Mickey, Nikki, Mutti, Carmel, and Sarah. As we celebrated Mickey's 60th, it's on to Nikki's.
What has struck us all is how our niece, Nicole, looked just like her mother, Jane, for most of her young life. Some examples:
Janie's first Christmas, 1964
When I first held Janie, I immediately knew I wanted to be a Pediatrician. And since, we were inseparable as I took her out in her carriage, taught her to walk and talk, potty train, color, and play. I'd sew her little Shirley Temple outfits, and when it was time for school, my mother never had to worry about Janie's homework until I was off to college five years later. How I loved her!
She was the apple of my eye, as Nicole, her daughter, would be. As I took on the role of surrogate mother when Janie asked to me to take care of Nicole if anything were to happen to her as she had become very ill. When Janie died, Nicole was seven.
Note the resemblance between mother and daughter:
Nicole's First Christmas, 1992
Janie, a flower girl at three years old
|Nicole's third birthday party|
Janie at eight years old
|Nicole at eight years old|
|And now a beautiful young lady...|
Happy 22nd Birthday, Nicole!