Today is my mom’s birthday and I didn’t want to let the day get away without posting a picture of her along with a few thoughts.
This is one of the earliest pictures of my mom. She was less than a year old in this picture, all dolled up and ready to go on stage with Dad, as everybody called my grandfather. Her clothes were probably made by my grandmother who, along with being the lead soprano (“The Irish Nightingale”), doubled as costume maker for the troupe. It wasn’t too long after this that my mom was getting her own billing: “Baby Colleen”. I still have her first contract and the first dollar she ever earned working on stage.
She’s been gone three years now. I still miss her keenly. Life is surreal without her.