Vera’s daddy left her and her mother during the Great Depression.

He abandoned her, he abandoned mother for Ireland.

Vera a gentle soft soul, born into a hard world.

Mother remarried a man who had no place in his heart for a child.

She was sent to the convent and raised by nuns, cloistered.

Beautiful and melancholy, she had Bette Davis eyes.

A nurse during WW II, love came, enter James.

Married, a mother of two, a safe place to break down.

Depression was a dark blanket covering their life. James discovered his beauty was broken. She slept the sleep of Aurora. He came home from work and washed dishes. He cleaned. He fathered and mothered.

During Vera’s slumber her youngest child fell through ice on a pond, flew to the angels.

Vera’s thin marriage formed more cracks.  James took back his heart.

Her only child left, her son, became a man. Uncle Sam called “I want you!” He sailed away with the US Navy.

In a weak moment Vera and James shared a child was conceived.

This child was a bright light living in a dark gray place, her parent’s purgatory.

James escaped to the past for comfort.  Vera discovered his secret.

Vera took the bright light and went home to mother.

The three lived together making it work, until mother passed on.

Vera slipped in and out of depression.  She fell in love with a man who literally loved children.

The bright light rescued Vera– sent the abuser to an iron cage.

Vera found purpose for a short time, she spread happiness. She brought love to her son’s neglected and abused children while he sailed the seven seas.

Back to gray Kansas, her bright light gone, mother with God,
Vera got the flu. She thought it was influenza, it was cancer.

Vera’s bright light returned.  Her bright light watched her fade.

Vera’s life the Great Depression.