Spring: A Time of Renewal and Hope
Even late in my mother’s life when she lived in an assisted-living facility, she’d look out the window, point at the trees, and smile as she noticed the emergence of spring and her favorite color: “young green.”
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Becoming Who I Am
My mother’s oft-repeated axiom to me was, “Remember the good, forget the bad.” Undoubtedly, that is how she willed herself to move on with life after the Nazis robbed her of a husband and two daughters.