Remembering one's Mother on her birthday is no great show of love. Remembering her always is much better.
My Mom Della was a memorable woman -- memorable in her humor, her attitude, her ability to react with surprising quickness, her youthful mind. Even when slowed by stroke and confined to a home in Michigan she was bright-eyed and engaging, compassionate and observing. I still marvel at her memory of my wife Sheila when confusion was all around her towards her own children, her siblings, her friends. Della was the kind of "girl" who loved a happy time, who loved to laugh, who loved to get the joke and pass it on. She was a person "easy to love" even if she wasn't my Mother -- but she was.
She gave much to many for a long period of time -- unabashedly. I loved her and still do. Happy Birthday Della!
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