My mother at 23...she hated her glasses, and her name, and her fuzzy hair...I think she was beautiful and really did not even know it.
Today marks the 6th anniversary of my Mom's passing. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her, and wish that she was still here. I can look at pictures, and see her face, but after 6 years, I can no longer hear her voice. I miss that voice. I miss my Mom. *elaine*