Iris

Each day this week leading up to Mother's day I will pay tribute to one of the Mother's in my life.

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Iris is where I began. She is my mother. I didn't get to meet her, or even know her name until I was in my 30s, but she was always someone I thought about. Having her in my life now, albeit in a very limited way, is important to me.  Her past and her story is my past and entwined with my story.  Shortly after we were reunited she dug out a family tree project that she had done, added me to the line after her entry and sent it to me.  It is one of my treasured possessions.  They may only be names on a piece of paper but they are the history of my mother's family.

She is, was and will always be my mother.