All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. - Oscar Wilde

I'm always shocked by the ferocity with which memories peviously 'buried alive' unexpectedly revisit; they're like a second cousin(thirty years removed) who drops by, refusing to budge until you've fed her and agreed that those summers spent sharing the hammock at Granny's were the best of your life, even if they were really the worst...
If it is true that reparation for the sins of the father becomes the karma of the sons, how many unfulfilled mother's dreams become their children's destinies?
-SBB