Here we are well into May 2021 on this Mother’s Day. Here we are fighting our way out of this pandemic. My mother, who passed away in 1999, lived through the 1918 pandemic. She lost a young brother during that time but I don’t know the details or circumstances. It is lost to the past.

My Rebecca, a mother of two and grandmother of two, is currently writing a novel about that time period, 1918. She is curious regarding her relatives back then. Her grandfather Ollie had a wife before Rebecca’s grandmother. That first wife did by all the records die as a result of the “Spanish” flu. But none of the details and circumstances are known at this time. So, that is where Rebecca is taking over, filling in the blanks and creating a credible story of her ancestor’s time and place. From me looking over her shoulder I see parallels and similarities to our own time.

She is trying to make sense of things from her past, from our past, things that are unexplained. That sounds like a worthy cause to me. Maybe somehow it will lend some clues to our grandchildren and great grandchildren who will be here for the next hundred year event.

OK, Happy Mom’s Day to all the Mom’s out there. Hope that you are happy today.

hundreds of years of loves, Felipé.