June 26th, 1943 my mother entered into this world and on August 20th, 1999 she exited this same world.
Today would have been my mothers seventy-sixth birthday. I can not even imagine in my mind what she would have looked like or been like at seventy-six but I sure wish I was given the chance to have found out. When my mom passed away she was fifty-six years old. Still young, attractive and vibrant until she became ill.
This August will mark twenty years since she moved onto the next life but for myself , her passing still hurts deeply within my heart and I doubt it will get any better as I age, if I am blessed too.
But today is about her birth and one I am so thankful to God for that I have no words. My mom grew up in Jersey City New Jersey where she met and married my father at the age of eighteen. She was an only child who came from modest means. Not poor but neither rich. She was a good daughter but she also had what I like to call a, rebel streak in her. My grandmother, a strict German woman who put up with nothing she didn't think was proper, my grandfather a very affectionate, German man who gave into his daughter eighty percent of the time unlike my grandmother who stood her ground like a bulwark.
At this time in history most of the area in Jersey City NJ where my mom and dad grew up was called "The Heights"..They both went to John F. Kennedy High School, both shared the same friends. What was not allowed in most families of the era and place was romantic relationships between Germans and Italians. It was a grudge both sides carried from the old country. My mom and dad had to sneak around for the longest time to see each other. My grandparents forbade my mom to see my dad. The Italian / German thing but when my mom and dad turned eighteen, six months after they graduated, they ran away and eloped!. That took guts knowing how my grandmother was but my mom knew what she wanted and being a legal adult now, nothing was going to stop her not even her mother.
Eventually my grandparents would come to accept my dad, even love him especially after giving them two grandchildren one of which was me. My mom became a widow at age thirty-six and life was rough growing up but that's a different story for another day. On this day today, I celebrate the birth of my mother, my confidant, my mentor, my best friend.
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you and I miss you more than words could ever express.