I’ve started this at least ten times and never could get passed your names. It’s so hard because I don’t think I have the right words. How can words convey what my life was like because of your mom? There were so many things she said and did that help me to endure my childhood and come out the other side a reasonably sane adult. Funny thing was, she most likely didn’t even know at the time how much she helped me. I don’t remember ever having a fight with her or being upset with her. She would always comfort me and soothe away my fears. Your mom gave me two gifts that were my armor and salvation. The gifts were her old radio and record player. With them I could escape into music and dare to dream. Did I dream of being a Rock legend ?? Well no….it was the 60’s (no woman’s lib). I did dream of being the wife of a Rock legend! More than that, the music opened up my imagination and I started writing songs and short stories.
The music and the writing keep me from falling off the edge. Not that I didn’t slip a bit but I caught myself and have keep on moving.
Everyone sees things in a different light. To me, the light that your mom saw was the love she had for both of you. To me, the light your mom saw blended into a rainbow. To me, the light your mom saw was full of expectations. To me, the light your mom saw lead her to look for the good in people. To me, the light your mom is spreads across all who know her and we will always keep her in our hearts. I know she is sending us all White Light.
Auntie Kat
