Our mom, affectionately known as Bunny, would have been 87 today. 87. When I think about what she has missed in the almost twenty years she has been gone (grandkids, marriages, Quinn the Great.....) I get teary but then, because I am my father’s daughter, I pivot and think about what she has inspired. More than once over the years we have asked ourselves, “What would Bunny do?”
She wasn’t perfect by any means but as an only child whose father died when she was 4 and was subsequently shuttled between family members, Bunny somehow knew what she wanted when it came to having a family of her own: the more the merrier, lots of celebrations and love. All reasons she and Wally were a perfect match.
Sure Bunny has missed a lot but I’m fairly certain she would be awfully proud of how we’ve carried on.
(This is one of my favorite Bunny photos. It was taken the fall before she got sick when she was the healthiest she had ever been. She was out for a walk in the woods with Clare and Mark. All I see is joy.)
LIFE IS RANDOM LOVE IS NOTTM
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