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Friday, March 20, 2009

My mother.

























Mummy.

- when I was a little boy I had ferocious growing pains, my hips and knees aching tremendously. I would lie in bed crying and Bub (my now-Amish brother) would get up from his bed and go find Mama and she would bring me a glass of water and half an aspirin and that is one of the most comforting memories I have.

- encouraged me to read and read and read. I am the person I am today because she wanted me to go to college and become whatever I wanted to be

- when I told her I was gay she asked me if I was happy and when I told her I was she accepted me. She is still surprised at times that most of my friends are gay, and I am surprised she doesn't catch on, but then she lives a somewhat sheltered life.

- I have been spoiling her rotten, cooking good meals for her and taking her to do things. She has been having a good time here, but always in the back of my mind is the worry that she is almost 77 and has health issues.

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