This is a story of a woman missing the guidance, friendship and closeness of her mother. The mother lived a full life that was cut short by her bout with illness and it is not until years later that the daughter realizes that the best things that were about to happen to her are yet to come and her mother is no longer available to share these events with her and the pain of the loss is still evident. She tells tales of their relationship and how impactful it has been to shape her viewpoints and thought process. The story shows the daughters strength and resolve in a situation that she has no control over.
J Elliott-Howard is a native of New York, New York. She holds a bachelor's degree in Business Administration. She has had a successful career in corporate America. A divorced mother of two adult children and a grandmother of three. Enjoys photography and water color painting. She had been known to always see her glass as half-full instead of empty. She had a very interesting way of relating to people and her peers always seem to gravitate to her idealism. She has always been told that she ought to be an author based on her delivery methods of good, bad or indifferent news. She always manages to keep herself and those around centered in thought and action. In addition to writing she runs a blog called Janice's Take On It at www.janiceelliotthoward.com. Her newest project is a podcast called "Thoughts in the Car" that can be found at soundcloud.com/jyhoward or in the iTunes store.
There is no way I could be everything to everybody but I tried. Some days I feel like I failed. Some days I feel like I was put in a losing position. Other days I feel like maybe she was just tired of it all but didn’t know how to tell me. Then again, I knew that I was getting burnt out and could not depend on my siblings to pitch hit every time I needed to make to first base.
How I Wish I Had My Mother - A Daughter's Story
Somewhere along the line, we were forgotten, there is no forward motion. I ask my mother, “when is your next appointment?” As she lay in her bed, she looks in my direction and shrugs her shoulders. The last thing she is told is that someone will call you. She waits for a phone call that never comes.