Dorothy Brigham, 1932-1996
I have an unending amount of stories I could tell about my mother, Dotty, but no one anecdote tells the tale of my mother’s life as it relates to mine.
So, I’ll let others tell their stories and let my words stand alone, a tribute to my mom, Dorothy Brigham.
First, Dotty deserves a big, big pie and a million candles wth extra ice cream.
Dotty had a tumultuous life of trial and test, yet, she remained a fighter, a peaceful warrior, who always wanted the best for her children.
She had her inner struggles but was there for others in time of need, especially, in my case.
I could be double trouble and, yet, she stood by me.
Like all mothers she was always willing to give opinion and advice but whatever path I chose she supported me on that path.
I will remember my mom with proud respect and dignity, for her good intentions, her competitiveness (especially on the tennis court) and her undying attempt to understand and be understood.
Dotty’s fairness, her ability to treat her children, friends and acquaintances with equanimity is her legacy.
In her dying she has shown me my own capacity to love and be loved.
May you rest in peace, Mom. You deserve it.
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