Mommy Incredible

She was beautiful and liked by every one she met, Elegant, Charming,smiling at ever person who happened to look at her and that was constantly, she knew it and was proud very proud from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. She loved people as strongly as she disliked them. I am sure that four years in a concentration camp with two children, where she picked up smoking. She went through the whole Bible, it had very thin paper, stealing cigarette buts from the Japanese soldiers and officers, she would role the tobacco in the delicate bible paper and with spit held it together. Smoking stilled her hunger so she was able to divide her portion between Joyce my sister and me. Marina's husband, my father died on the Birma railroad by friendly fire, the Americans accidentally dropped a bomb on the red cross hospital my father was in.

All of this was to much, Marina became bitter, ended up taking out all her desperation and anger, bitterness on me.

In the outside world she was a star of her own drinking in all the admiration from people. Behind closed doors she was a Tyrant in true form. For the last ten years she became deadly ill with Crohn's decease, now considered a form of cancer. Then lung cancer and at the very a terrible pneumonia given to her by a nurse on duty with some kind of flu. I took care of her for ten years changing her stoma and flushing catheters.

I loved her out of fear, would I do it all over again, YES, she is and was the only mother I had, firmly believe to honor that.