A most beautiful story of a mother and grandmother… Enjoy.
Death and a generation can change a perspective in an instant.
When I first signed up to participate in August McLaughlin’s Beauty of a Woman Blogfest IV , I flip-flopped between a couple of different topics I might write about. Little did I know that in the days to follow, I would experience the most major paradigm shift of my life–the loss of my mother.
In my mom’s last week and the days following her death, my family has reminisced about all the things she used to tell us. Here are a few of our favorites:
- Good morning, Glory!
- You’ll catch your death of cold!
- Be sure to text me when you get home.
But the one saying at the top of everyone’s list was, “It hurts to be beautiful.”
My mother said that to me so many times throughout my life, and I must admit, I grew tired of it, even…
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A heartwarming story, Koji.
Thanks, gpcox. Jan’s mother is Japanese while her father was US Air Force.
It is a lovely story, thanks for bringing it to us.
Thank you, Hilary. The two of you are wonderful writers!