Searching for Me

All my life I tried to find the real me. On the way I buried two husbands. It was not until the death of the second that I began the search to find out who I was. It took 65 years for the real me to surface and I am not done searching.

I always was someone’s daughter, and had to listen to what others wanted for me.

I was someone’s mother and had to do what was best for the children.

I was someone’s wife, and had to take care of husbands and guide them when needed

But! I never found the time to get to know the real me…until late in life!

It is written and contained within words in the articles I write, will write or have already written.

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