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Love, Olympic Style
In honor of upcoming Mother’s Day, I will be sharing some memories of the fifty years that I got to spend on this earth with my Mom, who passed away from dementia in 2016. Some of these recollections are joyful, some of them are sorrowful, but I would not give any of them back for anything. My relationship with my Mother, Katharina Schrade, was, without a doubt, the most formative relationship in my life.
So here goes…..
I will be watching the Olympics with my Mom tonight….
The Olympics move me and inspire me like very little other things do……When I was a kid, and the Olympics came on, it was like a holy time in our house. Everything stopped. We watched every minute of TV coverage that was available.
My Mother was obsessed with the olympics.
My Dad loved them too- but nobody loved the Olympics like my Mom. She knew every story about every athlete. American, German, Russian- she had a special place in her heart for the Austrian ski team. But nationality did not matter. She loved them all.
I hear that famous Olympic theme song and I am instantly transported to the orange carpeted family room of 71 Indian Hill Rd. In the winter, we watched Mike Eruzione and Jim Craig lead the US hockey team to historical greatness.
