In addition to Thanksgiving Day, last Thursday was also the 40th anniversary of the death of my Mom. She was only 53 when she passed away. For most of those years, I have a standard line that I use to describe her to people who never met her: “You were never loved until you were loved by my Mom and you were never hurt until you were hurt by my Mom.” I then explain how she may have been diagnosed today with bi-polar disorder or something else that might explain her significant mood swings.
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