Audrey in 1939
I think about Mom a lot. It seems like she crosses my mind most when I am driving. Yesterday I was thinking about her hair. She had the most beautiful wavy hair. When she was younger it was blond. I always wanted blond hair. I don’t know how my sister can say that I was Mom’s favorite when she got the blond hair, not me!
At the end of her life, her hair was white as snow. She had it styled once a week by the beautician at the nursing home and if her bath aide would put a shower cap on her head, her hair would stay looking beautiful until her next appointment. When I would comment on how nice her hair looked she always did this “thing”. She would …
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