Dates, numbers, time... When we were finally allowed to move to the United States, February 1st was the first Friday for which dad could buy us airplane tickets. Yet after waiting for over a year, my parents decide to delay our departure one more week. Why?
On February 1, 1991, we gathered at my grandparents' to celebrate their 50th anniversary. Exactly a week later my parents and I moved to America.Four years later, 13 years ago today, grandma passed away in a hospice in New Jersey. My grandfather visited her that morning, but only mom was there when she died.
My mother remembers her mother:'My mother. I heard the expression “Nobody would love you the way your mother does.” It’s a cliché. The more I live the more I realize how true this statement is. I wish I could say to her how much I miss her love, how much I long to have a hug from her. We never appreciate enough what we haven gotten used to having, and often we don’t even notice its presence.'
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Is the picture in the upper left your Grandma? Because it looks amazingly like your mom to me...
Yes, that is grandma. I think it is a passport photo, probably from the 40s. My grandmother did not change her last name until my mom was about 6 years old.
Very cool. I really love old photos like this.
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