Since I have decided that my “Mosaic of Life” is more than a one-year project, it’s time to fill in some missing pieces. Let’s start with the first one.

I know this is post #153 in my Mosaic directory, but it is the first picture I have of my existence on this earth. The other person in the picture is my big brother, Ronnie. For the first nine years of my life, I constantly looked up to him for the lessons he could teach me. Then, he was abruptly taken from me when my mother took him and abandoned the rest of us.

Ronnie was later named Jim from an adoption by mom’s 3rd husband. My dear brother passed away in 2022, two months after my last visit to him. Since he lived 1500 miles away, that visit was only the third one I had had with him over the years. I always wonder what my life would have been like if he had been around more to help me with my ever-present adversities.