Thursday, November 22, 2007
You may have read remarks over a few posts that I have had made about my mother, or Fud, as she is affectionately known. You may think that she is an uncaring and neglectful type of of person. She is neither. She is marvellous and endlessly entertaining. Last Sunday my sister was reading out a letter she received from Mum and we were in fits of laughter. She is also thrown into a flap if she had to do more than one thing at a time. She would concede herself that she is selfish. There are a few of her genes in me.
I only went to her once in a time of need when I was much younger and she was a pillar. She has been there to support my sister and her confused sexuality. She worries endlessly about my Langwarrin brother, his drinking and the end of this marriage and she was there for my Pakenham brother every day after his horrific accident, month in month out, year in year out.
I just came across this the other day. She is on the cover of the highbrow magazine That's Life. She was trying to find a wife for my Pakenham brother. There were lots of responses but my brother was very choosy. Hard to believe it was five years ago. She looks the same now, but has lost a bit of weight.