Saturday, May 9, 2015
I am incredibly grateful for the woman who selflessly allowed me to be adopted into another family.
My mother adopted me when I was 11 months old. She not only was my mother, she was my best friend, and I miss her dearly. It's been 17 months since she transitioned from this earth, but I find the grief still too fresh. She gave me an incredible life filled with travel, hiking, camping and fishing and a myriad of other experiences. She was smart, funny, kind and gentle.
But more than all of that, she loved me unconditionally.
I hope I am like her when I grow up.
Mom (Mary Evans) and me, summer 2012, Oregon Coast
My mother at the Trees of Mystery,
Beach art by Gary for Mother's Day, 2015