As far as I know, this photograph is the oldest one in existence of my mother and me. Until last month, I had never seen it, but thanks to an aunt that to whom I reconnected at a family reunion, it is now in my possession. And I'm so thrilled to have it.
I know the quality isn't the best. In fact, look at me! I look like a fuzzy blob of a baby. How old would you say I am here? Newborn? One month?
But my mom...look at her. So
fuzzy young and radiant, and thrilled because she just knew I would be the best son ever in the whole wide world. And I must admit, I have been a pretty good son to her. All except for that time that I bit myself and blamed it on my sister, causing my mom to spank her, and then repeating that each day for several days. I also wasn't such a great son when I made her cry about her poor housekeeping skills, on more than one occasion. Yeah, that wasn't so nice either. Then there was the time when I came out of the closet during the last few months of her life, not giving her a chance to even process the information before her mind was too far riddled with cancer to properly sort things out.
I'm sure, though, if she were still around, she would have come to the conclusion that she loves me no matter what, and I'm certain that she would count Giancarlo as her son-in-law just like she counted Katrine's husband as her son-in-law. That's just the kind of mom she was.
Which leads me to, yes, some of you have guessed it, another shameless fundraising plug for my upcoming 3-day, 60 mile walk in the San Diego Susan G. Komen 3-Day for a Cure event in November!
I need to submit a $2,300 donation in order to participate in the event. So far, thanks to the kindness and generosity of many of you, I have raised $1,300.00 and I am at 57% of my goal.
I don't have to tell you that breast cancer reaches its cold, bony fingers into the lives of everyone. I'm sure you could name off the top of your head right now somebody who is fighting it. Chances are, you have someone in your family that has died from this relentless disease.
So please, pretty please with sugar on top and pink ribbon shaped sprinkles, could you donate a little (or a lot) of money to the cause?