August 12th is a special day in my history, as it's my Mom's birthday. She would have been 83 today, a very young 83, I would guess, if she had not been felled by a brain tumor.
She was quiet beautiful on her graduation day in 1948. The next year she married my Dad and 1 year after that, she had me. I remember her as a very lovely woman with no gile, a caring, giving person who always had a something delicous to share from her kitchen. Happy Birthday, Mom. It's hard to believe you've been gone for 24 years. I miss you more every day.