Being a mother now I can understand what my mother must have gone through and also what made her what she was and what she gifted us. Even after she is gone so long back, the stream of her gifts continue. Sometimes I hear myself say the same things she used say and do what she did then which I did not / could not appreciate. Sometimes I ask the life," why do you have to be so strange? " I am happy that at least now so late in life I can acknowledge the gifts I got from my mom. Life's slow learner...