My mother Marian spent most of her life hating… ok, intensely disliking… the home my father brought her to in Atlantic City. On Thursday, after 61 years of ownership of that property by my family, it was sold. In honor of Marian, I plan to use some of the proceeds to paint and fix my house so it looks more like the place she always dreamed of having. Of course, my sister Judy already has Marian’s perfect house but I am not letting that, Marian’s death, or my old age stop me from repeating my endless cycle of trying and failing to get her approval.
Old habits die hard.