An emotive, secretive story by trentsworld
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – STAMPS prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a colourful collection of used stamps from various envelopes and postages.
Although I guess I had always known, it was really at her funeral that I realized how different Mom was from her younger siblings. Looking down the row of mourners, I thought she might have been even more different from hers than I was from my own younger siblings.
It was brought home even more when I overheard Uncle Pat talking to Aunt Ann at the wake. I don’t remember everything, but the way Ann said, “She was so much like our mother in oh so many ways,” that struck me. Pat nudged her after that statement and tilted his head towards me.
They changed the subject.
Why? What was it about her?
Mom was a War baby. Grandma and Grandpa were married just after he was drafted in early ’42. They wanted to be sure it happened just in case he never returned.
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