60 years ago yesterday, my grandmother was driven to the hospital by her mother, so she could give birth to my mom. my grandfather was in the South Pacific, with the Navy, flying recon during WWII. he didn't even see the little girl for over a year.

it's amazing how much we can weather.

mom died 33 years later.

i miss her, so i called Grandma. told her i was thinking of her.

and she told me mom would be proud of me, getting healthy, losing weight, exercising, choosing life and joy, embracing all that i am and have.

i love you, mom. miss you, but also know that wherever you are, you are watching over me and guiding me as i find my way back. to the woman i am meant to be.