It makes little sense that I remember her fondly. She was cranky and dour. The thunder of her condescendingly didactic reprimands belied her tiny, withering frame. Very early in our acquaintance, I came to appreciate that she was justified in the less flattering traits. They are the reasons I smile when she comes to mind.
One of the first assignments you get in Journalism 101 is the obituary. I suppose everyone knows that obituaries for the famous and notable are held on file, ready to be published upon the news of the subject’s passing.
In the few years that I’ve been blogging, I’ve thought several times about writing this one. I knew the day would come and I knew I’d want to offer a genuine goodbye. I didn’t attend the official farewell. I knew my goodbye would have to be done my own way and that would probably mean it would be written.
This is one of those posts that took a direction of its own. I set out to write about marathon motivational cheer signs. I guess I’ll save that for another day. Today’s the day that I tell you that my princess ballerina is running a marathon in March and going to law school in the fall and that I am a terrible mother who has not converted my children’s VHS tapes to digital format.