what I saw that day after 9-11
what my first (and only) car was
who also went to JHS 56 on Madison Street
what was part of our home
where we waited
what I yearned for
where I walked toward love
when Laura got stuck in the elevator
where we vacationed
what everyone did
what Florence used to line her bureau's drawers
how our family has always been
where we played when it was hot
who is missed
7 comments:
Thank you so much for you blog. I read it every morning.
My mom, also born and raised in NYC, Brooklyn to be exact, is also named Florence. She has Alzheimer's Disease. She is vanishing before my eyes.
My last visit to see her, she no longer recognized who I was.
This once brilliant woman who did the NYTimes Sunday Puzzle in pen, can no longer recognized photos of herself from her youth.
there is something common to our parents generation, something intrinsic they all share.
I live halfway across the country so I'm unable to see my mom on a daily basis, that breaks my heart.
Please keep writing, please keep taking the photos, I see a little bit of my mom in yours.
Peace.
I cannot thank you enough for your comments. When I started this blog in March of 2008 I don't think I understood the magnitude of that vanishing, that erasing, the disappearance. I am so glad that in your own difficult journey some of my writing keeps you in good stead. Please stay in touch and if there are Her New York Stories you would like to contribute please contact me through my website. My warmest regards to you and again, my heartfelt thanks.
Hi--I love these photos.They are very expressive and heart felt.
I love this piece - brought tears to my eyes.
thank you so much for your comments. It encourages me to continue!
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