
My mother is 82 yrs old. Shes 4'11". She used to be 5'4" but osteoporosis will take you down a few notches. Shes nearly deaf and going blind. She drives me completely nuts and i love her. She looked like a movie star when i was little. She was so pretty with her pixie haircut in her pedal pushers and black flats. She was a coal miners daughter who married a soldier from chicago and felt like a fish out of water every day afterwards. She had 2 sons and 2 daughters. I was the baby, 9 years after the other 3. She and i were always inseperable. My favorite memory is my mom making apple butter sandwiches, cutting the crusts off for me, then putting cream, sugar and a little coffee in one of my toy teacups. Then we'd sit and watch Search For Tomorrow together. She was and is my rock, my angel, my friend. She lost both her sons to auto accidents. She lost her parents and 5 siblings. Now shes a widow. I take her shopping and to the doctor and help her with her housework and bills. Im the parent now. But she will always be the boss. And my friend.

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