Early On
February 27, 2015
Always a beach girl. Here I'm an only child, I think, and Mom doesn't appear to be pregnant. We're on the Southern California coast, Santa Barbara keeps coming into my mind.
I've no conscious memory of this day. There is the story of me running around my aunt's pool and falling in it on this visit. A rescue ensued as I'm here these many years later to type about it.
Happiness is this beach, me with my mother, my mother appears happy in this photo and young. She's 24 maybe 25. She passed on less than 40 years later.
It's interesting when these emotions and memories flood through. And flood is such the perfect visual, as there's no stopping the feelings, memories or mind photos as they parade through, not unlike the flood scene of Oh Brother Where Art Thou..
I've no conscious memory of this day. There is the story of me running around my aunt's pool and falling in it on this visit. A rescue ensued as I'm here these many years later to type about it.
Happiness is this beach, me with my mother, my mother appears happy in this photo and young. She's 24 maybe 25. She passed on less than 40 years later.
It's interesting when these emotions and memories flood through. And flood is such the perfect visual, as there's no stopping the feelings, memories or mind photos as they parade through, not unlike the flood scene of Oh Brother Where Art Thou..