My Mom

On December 6, 1986, my Mom died of cancer. She was, among countless other things, beautiful, silly, supportive, stylish, intelligent, complicated, witty, gifted, dorky, sophisticated, encouraging, quirky, and loving. She was, in many ways, an amazing mother-- a great listener, a raving fan, an imaginative playmate. She was far from perfect, but she taught me more than anyone I've ever known. I have missed her every single day of the 22 years she's been gone.

I realized that I didn't have any pictures of her on my computer, so I've been scanning some today. So, if you'll indulge me, here's my Mom. Her name was Marjorie.

These are from her senior year of high school.

This one is soon after I was born. She's with her sister, my Aunt Amy, and my cousins, Becky and Bill.

[Sidenote: Despite growing up in different states, seeing each other only on holidays, Becky and I would grow up to be roommates in college, soul-mates, best friends. Her birthday was yesterday. Happy birthday, Becky Old Lady!]

Sometimes she was kind of a fashionista. This was after a football game. (My dad was the coach. I suppose I was the mascot.) I think she made that outfit herself. I love the scarf!









A couple of years later, I got a brother! His name was Matt. (To this day, his name is Matt, in fact!)

I think this is one of the happiest pictures I have of Mom.


This was when I was in first grade. Every morning, she and Matt would watch me get on the bus at Kevin Hayward's driveway, a couple of houses down the street. Then, they'd go to the Waffle House for breakfast. Her favorite waitress, Charlene, would put their order in as soon as her car pulled into the parking lot. We loooved Charlene.

I now have a deep, possibly ridiculous love for the Waffle House. Thanks, Mom!







I know my face is all cruddy in this picture, but it's one of my favorites. I think it was taken at the photobooth at the K-Mart or something.






This portrait was taken when I was about 12. Check out my wings!






This was in Destin. I think I was in ninth or tenth grade. I got my love for beach time from Mom.

Finally, what I think is my most recent picture of Mom, probably not too long before she became ill. I think this was taken at Lake Rabun, in North Georgia. She loved spending time at the Mountains, and relished every trip up there.


If you're still with me, thank you. She was a special, unique woman, and I just felt like sharing a bit of her here.

I love love love you, Mom.

Kim

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