My Mom

It was two years ago today that my mother passed away. Instead of thinking about that day or dwelling on being sad, I think I'll share another story about her life.

You already know my mother was fiesty. But as she got older, pretty much any thought that came in to her mind came right out of her mouth. She was brutally honest; sometimes to the point of being a little embarrassing. So one day a few years ago, my mother was having a conversation with her youngest sister, Joan during a visit. Here's how it went down:

Joan: Honestly, I can't believe how time flies. Sometimes when I look in the mirror and see all these wrinkles I feel so old! I wish there was something I could do about them.
Mom: Pauses. You'd better stop worrying about those wrinkles and see what you can do about all that fat on your butt.