I have waxed eloquent about my father several times in the past few years, but I realized I haven't devoted significant blog time to my mother. Both of them (individually and together) led fascinating lives spanning the globe during some of this past century's most significant and perhaps troublesome times. It is the sum of those experiences that make her who she is, and in many ways earns her the right to say what she will.
In 1940 her homeland was invaded by Germany and occupied for much of the war. Like many of her neighbors, her family was profoundly affected and saw much suffering. Barely a decade later she was living in South America during the oil boom of the late 1940's and early 1950's. Later moving to Canada and then to the US, they would travel as far as The Philippines and Taiwan.
Though I was either too young or removed by distance (or not even born) during much of those times, perhaps the greatest struggle I witnessed was her caring for her husband and my father as he died a slow death through Alzheimer's Disease. Watching her companion of more than 5 decades become a stranger with a fraction of his functionality must've been the ultimate painful test for her. Walking with her through that journey made me appreciate the mettle of which my mother is made. I have the utmost of admiration for her!
Happy Mothers Day, Mom. You are an incredible woman.