Triumph at the Boston Marathon
The Boston Marathon, for me, has always been about celebrating life and the human spirit. My father ran the race about 25 times. My mother ran it eight or ten times. The picture above shows them at the starting point in Hopkinton the first time Mom ran it. I dropped them off there and took the picture.
Once the race began and my parents disappeared into a sea of runners I popped back into the car and found a place along the race course, close… More
Today is the second anniversary of my mother’s death. It is not a day of mourning so much as a day of reflection.
CELEBRATING A LIFE
I miss my mother every day. She wasn’t the greatest mother in her child rearing years; yet, over time, she learned how to love and respect herself and give in ways that have nurtured me and my siblings tenderly in our adulthood. She is an example of someone who lived long enough to get it right.
WE ALWAYS HAVE EACH OTHER
I have had my… More