EVERYBODY HAS A MOTHER
I was adopted when I was three days old.
While curious about the woman who gave birth to me,
Ethel was absolutely and totally my Mother.
That's because she was always there,
a constant source of love
from the first moment I can remember.
With good comes bad.
Many of us have spent years on the analyst's couch
accepting just that.
However one thing is undeniable.
Your life changes when that constant force finally leaves.
My Mother has been gone for several years.
While no longer physically present,
Ethel's memory lives on within me.
I'm grateful for everything she did for me.
And even the things that drove me crazy.
Love you Mom!
