My mother is......

Almost 81 years old.
I’m the only child of a broken, Eastern European family. My grandmother was the Saint who raised and protected me in spite of my mother.
Today my mother’s treatment of me would be considered abuse, then it was corporal punishment.
Although born in Canada, I couldn’t speak English until I was almost six years old.
My grandmother’s command of the language was limited to “How much?”
As a youngster, I was forced to do everything Latvian.
Since most of us were only children, this was our “gang”. We could count on each other!
My grandmother died in 1982….I lost the compass and Saint of my life. Alzheimers had broken her so her death was a blessing. She was too vital to live out her years as a child.
My mother and I were now forced to communicate. Even though I was an award winning scholar and athelete, I was described by her as a “show-off”…….zero encouragement and tolerance.
My marks weren’t high enough.
My contribution to theatrical events was shoddy!
I was an embarasment!
I chose a non-ethnic wife. Made her a grandmother early. Never believed and always maligned.
We were constantly estranged over anything she felt was “significant”.
One year ago her boyfriend of forty years died and left her nothing. He had been a life long bachelor who saved his money religiously. He refused to confront his mortality so never made a Will. Now his “shadow” nephews get everything and my mother is stuck!
I am now her caregiver. She can barely walk and is very lonely!
I feel sorry for her and probably love her. Her death will hurt.
Forgiveness is such a bitch!!!!!!!!!!

My mother is......

Alvis Zujevs

Stoney Creek, Canada

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