This is the last of 3  excerpts from some of my mom’s writings.

The walls of the school were hung with an assortment of mommy portraits…Cute…Clever..Darling….must remember to compliment the teacher.

Tugging my hand, “C’mon Mom, c’mon, Mom..right over there where all those people are standing!”

And there it was,….a stark naked female figure complete with a mop of crayola orange hair on her head! Since that is one tough act to follow, it is some source of pride to me that it won first place.

Yesterday, I awoke to the following note written this time, in blue crayon…

“dere mom, yu wre tacin a nap i dint want to brothr you so i m at barbrbs house if you need me for a merjinsy, peas be tu you an i luv yu.

There’s no getting around the fact that our mother was very, very ill… Manic Depressive, addict and I suspect a victim in too many ways as a child.

As her disease progressed, she was often very violent, and emotionally abusive.  As I mentioned in part one, she eventually felt suicide was her only solution.

I take comfort knowing that she finely found peace – peace in her head, heart, spirit and soul.

So Mom,

Peas be with you and I still love you.

Your Daughter,