I finally made time last night to read the copies of the letters my cousin Jeri sent, those between my mom and hers (my mom's Sister) in 1980/81. They were wonderful to read. Not only did it bring back memories of times and places in my own history, but it gave me an intimate insight into my mom, her sister, and the relationship they once shared. As well as the person my mom was then too, filled with more joy and deep self-reflection and less defense and resentment that I believe came later. It helped me recall more about her simple core humanity and life experiences—what a gift, especially while she's still alive, to be reminded of that.
