Monday, September 27, 2010
I was oblivious to the marital problems my mom and dad were having and before we had finished settling into the apartment, Dad drove me to Maine and I found myself living with his parents in Saco.
It was thirty years later when I saw my mother again. I was living in Vermont and my mom was living in Florida. Occasionally she would visit her side of the family in upstate New York. My older sister was living there, also, so on one of my mother's visit, my sister piled her into the car and drove her to Vermont to see me. I was very happy about that, because, previously, I had invited my mom to visit us but she never followed through. I suspect guilt might have been one reason why she didn't come. So it was good that she was 'kidnapped' and brought to see me. It wasn't long after that she passed away so I am grateful to my sister for her action.
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