My mom was born to Irish immigrants who settled in Chicago.
Her name was Paula Dillon and she was an only child.
Her father, Timothy Dillon, was a fireman in County Cork, Ireland.
He joined the Chicago fire department and rose to the position of Battalion Chief.
He died when mom was only 22 years old.
My grandmother insisted that mom learn to become a great pianist, a feat she did accomplish.
She was a graduate of the University of Chicago.
She met my dad on a blind date and married him in the chapel on the Notre Dame campus.
I was the oldest of her children comprising five boys and a girl.
She loved to write and sent her manuscripts to numerous magazines over the years.
My dad died in 2002 and mom lived until 2006.
After dad died, mom would say, “I want to be with my husband.”
Their marriage lasted 62 years.
In all that time, I never heard them argue, even once!
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