Growing up, I always loved my aunt Janelle's hair. She was of the hippie generation. Bell bottoms, beaded entry-ways, incense, and of course, lots of long, flowing hair. I LOVED IT!!! I wanted it. At a young age, I would stand behind her when she was sitting and put her hair over mind so I could pretend it was mine. All mine. I wanted my hair to be to my waist like hers. As I got older, I kept making this a personal goal, but I would get tired of all the work it took to maintain my long hair and then end up cutting it.
In the summer of 2004, my aunt Janelle lost her battle to pancreatic cancer. So, as a tribute to her and the hair that she claimed for all of her 40-some years of life, I decided to revive the goal of growing my hair down to my waist and then pledged to myself to cut it off and donate it for cancer patients.
Well, alas, the first portion of my goal has been reached!! 3 1/2 years later. It took patience. Lots of patience.
I hoped to be ready to cut my hair real short by the time my hair got this long, but I am not. A few other things need to fall into place. However, my hair was making me insane. It needed a serious trimming. I had Ladd take this photo so I had proof that I, in fact, finally met my goal before I got it trimmed.
Here's to you Janelle. I love you and cherish the good memories of you.
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2 comments:
Damn! Now that's some hair! What a beautiful tribute to Janelle. Love you, your beautiful hair, and your beautiful soul.
oh man, my kids would love to play with that.
way to go.
what a tribute.
beautiful.
post a picture of aunt janelle sometime...
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