Last Modified: November 1, 2001
Newtown Square, Pennsylvania
Sun and Moon
In 1967, while I was a freshman in college, my mother died after a recurrence of breast cancer just two years after having a radical mastectomy. My rock, my stability, my security were suddenly gone. Our relationship had been so close that I barely understood where she left off and I began. I have only recently come to terms with the loss and the feelings of emptiness that I suppressed for many years after her death.
Looking through old photographs and reading poetry written by my father, myself and others was particularly cathartic. To my surprise, I felt a sense of joy rather than pain. Her presence was tremendously comforting to me -- after all these years. This is the story of a woman with beauty, strength and intelligence who, due to ignorance and fear, lost her life. This is a celebration and tribute to her life and our continued bond. She lives in me.