The heart beats on toward our destiny. 30 years ago today my mother died; her heart
finally stopped at age 45 after a lengthy struggle with cancer. I think
of her now and I wonder what she would make of me and my happiness and my good fortune; would she like my silly paintings and my gardens and my friends. She knew me only when I was hurt or confused or angry and remote. I am sorry for that now and there is a twinge in my heart for what might have been between myself and the woman who brought me into this world 60 years ago. I like to think that we would have liked each other by now. I imagine that we resemble each other and that our tastes are similar and that we share a suspicion that surprises always lay just around the corner. Happy Valentines Day, Mom - I love you.
