Today is the day my mother was born. The daughter of a school principal she loved to live a very ordered life. To that end she never really traveled much and never did much of anything exciting except drive.
The woman could drive a car. My fondest memories of her were with her dark red hair flying behind the wheel of her big ol Pontiac. Freedom from us 5 hellions, freedom from a world that was changing far to fast for her - and that was back when things were slow by todays standards. I never really knew her, what she really loved or what she wanted. She worked and I knew our nanny more than my parents. Mom died at age 48. I never had an adult conversation with her so we died relative strangers to each other.
Interestingly enough she was born on the same day in the same year that the Ejdio of Aticama was founded. I would like to think her soul passes by there now and again.