The Edies' mother-daughter relationship was profound, and at times, it was indeterminable who was more dependent on the other.
I can hear the elder Edith sing-song-y bellow, "Oh, EdieeeeeeEEEeeeee! " and the younger Edith addressing her mother with "Yes, Mother Dawling," in that impeccable and sophisticated East Hampton (New York) drawl.
My stroke took place eight years ago this Easter Sunday. As the car careened down the highway, what made my 86-year-old grab the wheel and crash us on the side of the highway? It was the precious and loving bond between mother and daughter at the flash of that instant.
I miss my mother so dearly on the anniversary of her saving my life.
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Photo: Sherwin Harris