|My Mom ...|
My Mom...she was a teacher, a high school Principal (elected by her colleagues on her merit) a cultural promoter, a wife and... MY MOM! - a beautiful soul, sometimes shy but the pillar of our family.
I just cannot comprehend how she managed everything with grace, wisdom, strength, psychology...and be MY MOM...
I am the second child, and back then, I was in my own world of fantasy :), a poet ... and I will never forget her pride in her eyes when she read my name on the admission list on the University building , one out of only seven kids accepted in that group.
Until the very end, 4 years ago, the Atlantic could not separate us even if she had lost the love of her life, my Dad, just three years prior.
We got together, here, in California, and we both knew it was time to meet again in the flickering flames of the candles in my "Secret Chapel" next to my house.
And now, every time I go and "talk" to my parents, the bells ring (coincidence???)
Love you forever, Mom!
"Happy Mother's Day, Viorica Scripca, MOM!"
Viorica Scripca 5/9/2010