March 29, 2014

It is hard to believe that one year ago today, my mother breathed her last in her room in the nursing home. Her roommate had passed away just a couple of days before, and my Dad had passed away a few months before. She was all alone, but I like to believe that somehow she was not alone. We were never close, but ironically, the dementia from which she suffered those last couple of years opened a door for us to find peace, and that peace was such a gift. Love you, Mom. Miss you, too.

Mom, Sister Betty, Brother Jim

Mary Lou Marshall 1949

Mom, Dad, Cousin Tish, Me (rt)