Connie's Corner

Thinking about my mom...

When I was in my fifties and happened to pass a mirror and just glance, I would catch my breath because I would think I saw my mom. Now that I'm in my sixties, that does not happen anymore and I miss it. My mom died of lung cancer when she was 49 so I have no way of knowing what she would have looked like had she lived to her sixties. Not being able to catch a glimpse of her anymore makes me feel especially old and sometimes very alone. I wonder if other daughters have had that same experience under similar circumstances. I hear and read some people complain and say, "Oh no, I've turned into my mother." Well, maybe that's not such a bad thing....

until next time...c