This was the email I got from my brother Ross after he read the last entry, "Feliz Cumpleaños Momala." I thought it was worth sharing. . .
Now I have tears in my eyes too! I remember that day, I remember the run and hot sand, leaving mom and coming back to an empty blanket. I also remeber swimming (rather wading) with her and her screaming curse words at me when I tried to push her in and deeper. I also remeber trying to make her hold me afloat like a "T" and her not wanting to cause she was so mad I splashed her.
Nice poem Jen. I miss mom and you too.
Love Ross
p.s I will take Roxanne to the tree with beer and cake in hand with pictures of you and I.
For those of you who don´t know. . . every year my brother and I make a point of celebrating our mom on the anniversary of her birth. We always take her (in picture form) to dinner, get drinks, cake, a candle . . .the whole nine yards. I am sure the waiter thinks we have lost it, but oh well. Three years ago, Ross bought her a tree. Two years ago, we planted it (illegally in Stinson Beach) and last year for those of you who never read my "Coming Back" story, we went and found the tree in a hail storm. If after people die, they can really look down and see us, my mother is happy as a pig in you know what that we spend so much time celebrating her on her birthday.
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Hi Jen.
Ross decided to read the entry of your mom's birthday again the morning of our quest to find Roberta's tree. He read halfway and wanted me to continue reading the rest as he was choking with tears in his eyes. We headed out to the Marin headlands and easily found the tree! I was so sick from the winding road, but it was nice and bright out. You will be happy to know that the tree is still standing! We drank beer, sang the b-day song and enjoyed a great view of Stinson Beach as we celebrated your mom. We also wrote letters and burned them as you and Ross would've done (I thought the tradition was to read the letters outloud-I was wrong=).
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