Transportation .. When mum sees a thing, be it a striped store awning, basket of fruit or group of trees she feels some affinity with she is transported back to memories of her distant past and begins to spin a story from what she recalls- Ive always enjoyed this about her, but it wasn't until this morning that I had considered that at the core of each tale might be the true untold story, one of sadness- And that these tales she tells act as a cushion between her and some long ago hurt - I'm aware of the sad happenings throughout her life, she is approaching 100, and has seen and experienced remarkable things as well - But I had never put 2 and 2 together before this morning, never realized that from early on in her life she might have had PTSD and developed a way to cope with it - I've a favorite photo of her in grade 1, and even then her eyes looked old, sad and get clear and wise- And while I think she passed different illnesses on to me .. I'm beginning to realize just how much we are alike ..