95

 Today would be my mother's 95th birthday.  As with all things numerical at this point in my life, this is hard to believe.  It's difficult to imagine what she'd be like at 95.  She was so very frail already when she died, I have a bit of an idea what she'd look like, but what would her personality be?  She was sort of ironclad as it was, so there might not have been much of a change.

I often commented how people might look at my brown-eyed children (especially dark-haired Hannah) and wonder what they were doing with a blue-eyed mother.  Mama would say, "What about black-haired, brown-eyed me toting around blonde, blue-eyed you ?"