I posted the following "mom blogs" a few years ago to honor my mom. I posted one everyday between mother's day and her birthday. I took her copies to read. She seemed pleased.
A month later when she saw me she was furious about the way I had portrayed her.
I didn't understand it then and after rereading them 3 years later I really don't understand it now.
My memories are my memories. One thing people always think is unusual about my family is that we never defend each other. In normal families when one does wrong the family circles the wagons but that doesn't happen in mine. If something is wrong, even though we love each other in our own hard way, we don't defend the other's actions.
right or wrong - that's how it is.