My scared, brave mom (Drive day 1 minus 44 years, 48 days)
On Mother’s Days past and in earlier memoirs I’ve celebrated Other Mothers but this post is dedicated to Beverly Jean Bruce. Shown here trying not to look at my father’s camera. Not so much shy as overwhelmed; a month into a year-long journey/escape? down the Pan American Highway with two little girls, one of them seven-year-old me.
Not shown here: the bravery it took to pick up the pieces of a family after my little brother John John’s accidental death. I’m still awestruck by her courage. By the courage of all moms who’ve lost and lived to tell the story.
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