My name is Ian, and this is my tribute to my Mother, Annice Shaw Kovnats.
No she isn’t anyone famous, didn’t invent anything, and no, she isn’t dead either. I hope to not face that particular aspect of life, for some years to come, but as much as I can hope, reality has a way of kicking you in the face.
To begin with, Mother is ninety two years old. We aren’t rich, never have been, and yet, I think we do all right. I know it bothered Dad, but then we all want to provide the best for our families, don’t we? Maybe he let it bother him too much, but like I said, reality has a way of ruining one’s dreams.
None of us ever thought Dad would be the first to die. I mean he was always moving around, doing things, even at 85, and yet, he is gone today, and Mom, who had many health issues, is still around, doing not bad for an old girl her age.
So I figure, I need something to look back on, to record my thoughts, my memories, and why not share them? After all, isn’t that part of the fun of the Internet?