The other week my mother, Beverley Anne Peterson, turned 80. There are always three meals prepared for guests at my mother’s house, or her cabin, or even when she’s visiting. She’s no damn victim, my mother, and does what she can, with conscious intent, to make the best of what is sometimes a difficult lotFor now my mother, Beverley Anne Peterson, is 80. Her older sister, Joan, passed away a couple of weeks ago, after a dreadful bout with Alzheimer’s (the same disease that took her mother, with equal horror.) She’s no damn victim, my mother, and does what she can, with conscious intent, to make the best of what is sometimes a difficult lot.

Source: National Post February 25, 2019 20:17 UTC