BY: JAMES F. O’NEIL
“Men are what their mothers made them.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
I thought and believed at one time that my mother was God, or at the very least a god-like figure: https://memoriesofatime.com/2014/05/09/your-mother-is-not-god-shes-not/
For the past few weeks, I have been going through old journals, scissoring out unwanted and unneeded material. Old essays, old emails, and old class notes–among other things. Glued-in essays no longer relevant. Gone. Deleted.
So volume by volume, I page through.
On May 5, 2016, I was working on Volume 91: 12-11-2008–10-12-2009.
My reading became deliberate. My entries slowed me down. Few clips of the scissors. More attention to the words. A Mother’s Day. A mother’s illness, and hospitalization. A mother’s death [10-7-2009]. A chronology of events, details.
Ironic timing: Another Mother’s Day is here.
And some vivid memoriesofatime:
Mom Relaxing on Swing, Ohio Cottage 2008
© James F. O’Neil 2016