Let's face it, for those of us who were lucky enough to have had a Mother, when she is gone, there is nothing that can replace that BIG hole in our hearts.
Norma Jean was born in 1929. She had a twin brother, Richard, but he did not survive. Her mother, my grandmother, once told me it was a wonder she survived, she weighed less than five pounds. They had to put doll cloths on her. She slept in a cracker box because she was so tiny. Grandma said "Girls always survive, they're stronger".
My mother, a scappy little red-head at 5'2" and weighed a 110 pounds soaking wet. When I say "scrappy", I mean she would stand her ground if she thought she was right...and she usually was. She was fearless..... However, there was one exception. In the 60's we went to the San Diego Zoo. My father, mother, brother Dan and I had a great time. The zoo had a Snake house that Dan wanted to go into. My mother was NOT a fan of snakes so she decided to stay outside and wait for us under the shade of a nice big tree that had a three foot high rock wall around it. When we came out of the snake house, my brother walked over to her and said, "Hey, Mom, did you see all those snakes in the tree"? It goes without saying, she couldn't get outta there fast enough.
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