My "Believer"

On July 9, 1993 we lost Priscilla at age 62 due to the usual culprit known as cancer.  In her newly married years back in the early 1960's, she suffered numerous lost pregnancies. Her desire to be a mother would not be defeated by her biological shortcomings - and thanks for the "free love" movement of that era, adoption was an option, not marred by wait lists and inflated adoption fees.

Lisa & Priscilla (First meeting, Nov. 1967)

So along I came;  a year prior they adopted my brother (boys ranked, I guess).  My mother and I never really saw "eye to eye." I was a rebel from the crib and that didn't improve in my teen years or young adulthood.  She let me make mistakes and celebrated my triumphs.  Never missed a stage performance, school recital, birthday or graduation.  Always there, always cheering.  She believed in me.  

For her era, she was independent and gave me two pieces of sage advice:  Never count on anyone to support you, and get an education.  My success, for better or worse is because I always knew that no matter what decision I made (good, bad or otherwise), she believed in me.

Really, that is all we need, knowing that out there, someone believes in our abilities.  So, let someone know that you have faith in them.  

peace & love as always, xo vagi