This is a story of a woman missing the guidance, friendship and closeness of her mother. The mother lived a full life that was cut short by her bout with illness and it is not until years later that the daughter realizes that the best things that were about to happen to her are yet to come and her mother is no longer available to share these events with her and the pain of the loss is still evident. She tells tales of their relationship and how impactful it has been to shape her viewpoints and thought process. The story shows the daughters strength and resolve in a situation that she has no control over.
J Elliott-Howard is a native of New York, New York. She holds a bachelor's degree in Business Administration. She has had a successful career in corporate America. A divorced mother of two adult children and a grandmother of three. Enjoys photography and water color painting. She had been known to always see her glass as half-full instead of empty. She had a very interesting way of relating to people and her peers always seem to gravitate to her idealism. She has always been told that she ought to be an author based on her delivery methods of good, bad or indifferent news. She always manages to keep herself and those around centered in thought and action. In addition to writing she runs a blog called Janice's Take On It at www.janiceelliotthoward.com. Her newest project is a podcast called "Thoughts in the Car" that can be found at soundcloud.com/jyhoward or in the iTunes store.
I often wonder as days go by when was the point of inception. Hindsight is 20/20, if we could only pinpoint when something starts then we can have a better chance at controlling the outcome. At least, I would like to believe that to be true. Playing this portion over and over again in mind like a scene from the movie groundhogs day, I still cannot say for sure if this was the beginning of her end.
How I Wish I Had My Mother - A Daughter's Story
As I remember, she said it gave a burning sensation. With tears streaming down her face, she made her way into the house to rinse her eyes. This gave her some relief but from that day going forward, she always felt like there was something in her eye. The pain grew with each passing week.