This is a photo of my beloved Mother, with a young me. I am not sure how old I was. Perhaps a year.
My mother was born in 1920 & died in 1997.
She was a small built woman, who worked very hard to support my brother & I, alone.
We had our stormy patches... I could be a nasty girl at times. I was a troubled, rebellious teenager, who I would have hated to be the mother of.
But she was my best friend, & we weathered our storms to become very close.
I still miss her every day of my life, & know this will never change.
She was funny, shy, humourous, sharp, snappy, angry, sad, lonely & loving.
She was our Little Mary.