My Mother Evelyn

[Leatrice Weiss Miller]

My Mother Evelyn Weiss died in May of this year and I miss her and think of her with great love and longing. She was 961/2 years old and she would have loved to listen to me talk about the election for she thought "I was wonderful..." although too soft with family and children and sweethearts. Saturday was the day she called her "Banquet Day" and we spent the day together;;she would accompany me to have my hair cut and shop and when she could she would lunch with grandchildren and great grandchildren. She knew what everyone was studying and talked abut school and boyfriends and girlfriends, and like the beautiful butterflies she always wore on her shoulder, she was colorful and lovely. Like the butterfly she grew more beautiful with each day and I am so happy that on this day of honoring The Dead she is with me, and her love and beauty flutter around me. It is a beautiful Saturday and keeping her in my soul is a gift ....and a longing.She was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1911.....and how blessed I have been to have her in my life, even at this stage. And of course I still need her sweetness and guidance.