A year ago, I walked into emergency to find my smiling mother. I told her I cancelled Easter to come to visit her. She asked why. I told her, "Because you are my mom."
I miss you, Mom.
I like to tell the story of when we rode in the turqoise blue Volkswagen. "Just imagine, Lynn. What it would be like if your sister could me normal."
Paula is anything but normal. She is enthusiastic. She is in love with every cute boy. She has perfect pitch. Paula is forever young. And Paula cried whenever we left in Room 16 at St. Colletta School for Exceptional Children.
She got her enthusiasm from Mom.
I love you and I miss you, Mom.
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