Mary Jo
Today my Mother would have been 81 years old. She died 1n 1993 of a GI bleed, complications from Alcoholism, and a masectomy. She died peacefully in her sleep, but it was a rough go.
She was soooo talented. A very out going gregarious flamboyant person, who never met a stranger. She grew up in a priviledged home raised by her older sister.
Mom met and married Dad, a life long career sailor during WW-II and they stayed married until she died.
Mom had high expectations and was bitterly disappointed that her life was not more in keeping with her upbringing.
She did however raise us in a warm loving home, and we never knew she was unhappy until we were grown. She lived a life of depression, before it was fashionable, and handled it they only way she knew how. She drank. Pity that!
I miss her. Still.
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