The Cind, 1940-2003
Whenever my mom and I spoke or got together, it was always clear how happy she was to be with one of her children. She seemed to always be overflowing with love for her kids, and most of what she did in her life had to do with taking care of us. We are five siblings, all with significant flaws, and all with some shining quality that made her proud.
I’m not sure if I would care for a child with her kind of selflessness. It was rare and beautiful, as was she.
Cind and me, 1993.
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