Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Tragedy that Binds
When I was just 7 years old, my father dropped dead of a heart attack on a Sunday night in April. One minute he was there and the next minute he was gone. Leaving my mother with five children ranging in age from 12 to 5 months old to raise and support, along with her mother, who was completely blind. Somehow my mother did it all. She is now 87 and my sister Jane has written a tribute to her for Mother's Day that will appear in Woman's Day this May. I read the proof of the essay this weekend while I was at Mom's. It made me weep. A few of the tears were for Dad. But most of them were for Mom. I cried because Mom is being honored for what she did by the child who turned away from her at one point. It's been a long hard road for Jane and Mom. It is fitting that she be the one who gives Mom the recognition she deserves for what she did for all of us.