My Mom (Janet Kostyo Warner) was my very best friend. I told her (almost) everything, even when I knew she probably didn’t want to hear it. I couldn’t help it: she invited that kind of confiding in her. We did so many things together: cooking, baking, shopping, making popcorn balls, hard candies, sharing favorites mystery authors, and sharing common complaints regarding our “men.” We often referred to this as “testosterone poisoning.”
My Mom taught me everything I know except for how to tie my shoes and do neuropsychological testing. My similarly left-handed, eldest cousin taught me how to tie my shoes. My Mom helped my Dad teach me to read:That comes in kinda handy when you are learning to become a pediatric neuropsychologist. (She also gave me my love for the tiniest of human beings; babies.)
I loved her beyond words. While I am so very grateful that she is no longer in pain, I confess that I miss her more already than I can say without tears beginning to flow. Be well, Mom. Know that I think of you always as you were in the many pictures of us that were taken together; both of us smiling, happy and enjoying every second of each other’s company.
Love,
Mindy