My Mom's 90th (Heavenly) Birthday!

Marching forward with THANKS, to the woman who gave me life, Sophie (Zosia nee: Borkowski) Nolan, who would have been 90 years old today. She didn’t make it. She passed during the first wave of Covid before vaccinations at her nursing home at age 88.

Truthfully, we lost her about 12 -15 years prior when she began down the road of dementia. Hers was a brutal battle that no one should have to fight. She also led a very tough life. A depression baby she witnessed her brothers getting bigger and better meals than she and her sisters; watched her Polish speaking parents fight and argue continuously - coupled with alcoholism (father) - and a whole bunch of other family drama. 

She had to lean on resilience to get through her life, though still had problems. Frankly, who doesn't?

While I was writing The Focused Fight I kept thinking about my Mom and her indomitable strength and will that trickled down to me and my sisters, and her grandchildren, most notably, her eldest grandson, Ryan. He, too, fought huge battles (childhood and adult cancers). Though their circumstances on what resilience did for them were way different, the remaining vestiges of what it takes to get through adversity remains the same.

They both gut it all out day after day. They showed me and others how to live to the best of their “lot” and abilities. 

I am grateful for the woman who gave me life: Mom. Happy 90th Birthday to one tough cookie who probably is zooming around heaven in her turquoise Chevy and dressed in her matching turquoise suit - a hot ticket for sure!

BSoleille!

Terri

June 2018