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.
