When I was younger, people always said I looked like my mom did at that age. I did not start to see the resemblance until I was older and had kids of my own. I do not look like her if you look at individual features. My eyes are not her eyes. My nose is not like hers. My smile was never as wide, my teeth are not the same. And yet, people always recognized that I was Karen Scott's daughter because I looked like her. My daughter looks like me tooI remember when I was 5 or 6 I thought mom was the most beautiful mom ever. She was brave too. She killed a skunk with a flashlight and a mouse with her broom. She knew everything.
Mom married when she was 17 and I was born when she was 18. She had 3 kids by the time she was 20. When I was 18, I just wanted to be free and have fun. She was only 18 years older than me so it seems to me now that in some ways we grew up together. I can't believe she is gone at age 76. I can't understand it. It changes the timeline of my life. It resets my expiration date. It leaves me wanting to talk to her.
There will be no order to my writing, just random thoughts based on random memories.
