Mom alongside the path at the lake in our apartment complex in Atlanta...unless I'm wrong and this is someplace at Green Lake. No, judging by the width of the path and her wacky glasses, I don't think so. Atlanta.
The older she got, it seemed the more she wanted her hair short, short, short. She begged my husband to buzz her hair. He was more than glad to.
Mom a willing victim of the haircutter.
Mom loved her haircut!
Mom on the monorail in Seattle on the way to the ferry.
Mom looking unusually relaxed.
Mom looking feisty--where was this? Maybe on a ferry?
This is the expression she wore when she was so, so happy and amused. It's fixed in my memory more than any other.
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Susan was my cousin - our mothers were sisters. I wish I could remember clear events from our childhood, but I don't. All I really remember is loving her a lot.
the second to last picture was in an apartment in the U District in Seattle as I remember.
Oh--that one. Harumph. Heh-heh. Thanks for pointing that out.
you know me kiddo...always here to help. Leaves a hug for you -- miss you so much...wish I could come visit you there in S.
It is now one year since her departure and even though we separated under less than happy circumstances, I remembered the many wonderful things that made the two of us a couple. She made me a better person -- she encouraged me even when I was down. I count many things that would not have happened without Susan in my life.
No drivers license -- her friends lent me a car so I could take the road test.
No perfect job -- I still kick myself as I left what i now consider to be the perfect job as an administrative assistant for one of the most brilliant cardiologists I know when he was director of the Emory Center for Outcomes Research (now called EPICORE) -- Bill Weintraub. I was truly happy there, feeling needed and wanted there.
No move to Bellingham, where I have made more friends than I can count. The City of Subdued Excitement is a place I do not want to leave, horrible job prospects not withstanding as I would lose not only my friends but my family (both stepchildren -- Susan's now live here!).
And finally, my appreciation for life in general. I truly would not have enjoyed the last 18 years.
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