My last living sister Adrienne passed away in September. So, now it is just me and my two brothers. The five Oliver sisters no longer exist, at least in this life. Last year, before my sister had passed, I wrote about my complicated relationship with Mother’s Day as well as our unique family circumstances.
Adrienne was the first mother of the family. As the eldest girl, she gave our mother her first grandson, and quickly popped out three other sons after that. Because her husband was a pastor, a good majority of Mother’s Day activity was centered around Adrienne and her full family; particularly when our mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s and put in assisted care. Even after I moved from Chicago to California, there were opportunities to visit, and those sometimes fell around Mother’s Day. By then, Adrienne was a grandmother, so the celebrations had…
