Everyone has good and bad memories of past events...
We’ve all experienced times of joy, but times of intense sorrow, as well. Today I’m experiencing both. Today marks fifty-two years since my adoptive mother Pearl Berkowitz passed away after a battle with cancer. I was fourteen at the time.
My Mom passed away at the age of 52 and today came the realization that she’s been dead for as long as she’d been alive.
I have many good memories of my adoptive mother. She raised me from birth. She gave her all to care for me, and so did my adoptive father, Nathan.
While I recall many of our happy times together as a family, it is also very poignant and painful to think about her untimely passing. My life pretty much went downhill after she died. But that’s another story. It’s been fifty-two years now, and I will never forget her.
D. B.
My Mom passed away at the age of 52 and today came the realization that she’s been dead for as long as she’d been alive.
I have many good memories of my adoptive mother. She raised me from birth. She gave her all to care for me, and so did my adoptive father, Nathan.
While I recall many of our happy times together as a family, it is also very poignant and painful to think about her untimely passing. My life pretty much went downhill after she died. But that’s another story. It’s been fifty-two years now, and I will never forget her.
D. B.
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