It was nine years ago today that my mom died. There has not been a day that has gone by that I haven't missed her. My being back here in Douglas with Teresa would have made her so proud. It has done my heart good to hear so often from people who loved her. She was a remarkable person and I am proud to have been her daughter.
She would have been 94 years old on Saturday. Wow!!
Last year we didn't have our family dinner together to remember the good times and the fun times. We will all be together next week, so I am hoping we can get together to tell stories, especially for Cameron. It is so important for him to remember her. In the words of my favorite author, Carmen Agra Deedy, "Those we love are never really gone, as long as their stories are told." And there are so many stories to tell about Margaret Shannon!