While we can all play the what if game about how things would have turned out differently with different input/situations, your story is that of a headstrong youth that made her own decisions. I suspect that would have changed much if your mother lived until your adulthood.
Many of is less challenged, don’t have your vivid memories. I’m sure they are so clear due to your Moms death in your tween years. Your writing takes me back to those late 70s in Rogers Park. God and you mom blessed you in this way.
The thing about religion is that a church is not a building, the Church is the people who attend. The Body of Christ is a community of faith, not just a wafer on Sunday. Faith speaks to you when you’re ready to open your heart to it. Your Moms faith was a beacon, to lead you to faith when you needed it.
While we can all play the what if game about how things would have turned out differently with different input/situations, your story is that of a headstrong youth that made her own decisions. I suspect that would have changed much if your mother lived until your adulthood.
Fran, this is so insightful and beautifully written. I do believe your mom wanted to live and experience many things she had not, and would be so very proud of you 💕
Fran, your writing really flows here. This is memoir 🙌🏽
Thank you Kathy!
While we can all play the what if game about how things would have turned out differently with different input/situations, your story is that of a headstrong youth that made her own decisions. I suspect that would have changed much if your mother lived until your adulthood.
Thank you, Jeff. Did you mean would have, or would not have?
Sorry, would not have. I really need to read what I type before I hit reply.
No worries. That's what I thought you meant, and you made me think about it myself, thanks!
Fran,
I so enjoyed this... so much wisdom at a young age.
I love you Cousin!!
Thank you, Marsha!
"...two sides of the same shield." Love your ending.
Thank you!
Many of is less challenged, don’t have your vivid memories. I’m sure they are so clear due to your Moms death in your tween years. Your writing takes me back to those late 70s in Rogers Park. God and you mom blessed you in this way.
The thing about religion is that a church is not a building, the Church is the people who attend. The Body of Christ is a community of faith, not just a wafer on Sunday. Faith speaks to you when you’re ready to open your heart to it. Your Moms faith was a beacon, to lead you to faith when you needed it.
I hope you find it.
Thank you, Rick. I'm glad my writing takes you back--hopefully in a good way. Wish we could compare memories of the Albion building.
I love getting more glimpses of your mom! Nice post.
Thank you!
"...two sides of the same shield." Love that Fran!
Thanks, Amy!
While we can all play the what if game about how things would have turned out differently with different input/situations, your story is that of a headstrong youth that made her own decisions. I suspect that would have changed much if your mother lived until your adulthood.
Fran, this is so insightful and beautifully written. I do believe your mom wanted to live and experience many things she had not, and would be so very proud of you 💕