by Barbara Nevins Taylor
Julie Segal, my mom, died at 95 about nine months ago. I woke up on Mother’s Day and had no where to go but the gym. I miss the Mother’s Day visit and all that went with it. I miss my mother. Our relationship was complicated. I adored her at the beginning of my life. She taught me everything that was important: how to be a good person, how to read, how to ride a bike, how to roller skate, how to jump rope, how to throw a ball.
She was steadfast and tried to stop me from doing crazy and dangerous things in my teens. But she couldn’t protect me from myself. And each time something bad happened, she swallowed her anger and frustration and helped me solve the big problems. Even so, she often infuriated me and I frequently was awful to her and ungrateful.
I helped take care of her at the end of her life and we were very close. “I have a daughter Bob. We go out to eat. We go shopping. We’re pals and we have fun,” she wrote on a napkin in the diner where we had lunch every week.
So I celebrate my mom, with a few photos.
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