Mom Today’s Diary

What was it like to be a 17 year old Polish immigrant teenage girl in Chicago in 1948?

My Mother-in-law, who passed from this life last May, the day after Mother’s Day, to move on and inhabit whatever it is that lies beyond, left us a clue.
I’ve got pages and pages to sort through, but these first five pages, I share with you, because it matters. Because, She Mattered. RIP Irene Mary Zwierzyna Today.

You are missed.

 

Life is Short. Be Good to Each Other, and if possible, record it, for those of us left.
xoxo