Today, May 18th, was finally the first day or real warm weather in NY (don’t worry tomorrow it may snow).
So I decided to wear a shirt that used to be my mom’s.
My mom was a fashionista. She loved, adored clothing, bags and especially shoes. That’s probably why I don’t care much about any of those.
I gave away most of her clothes to people in need but I kept some stuff, mostly the clothes she was wearing the last few months before passing because that’s how I remember her.
Some clothes I kept for myself. My mom and I had 2 totally different styles. I am preppy and she was more extravagant. Maybe not exactly extravagant but she didn’t like the classic look, she liked to stand out, maybe not even that, she liked to have style. She looked great in whatever she wore and she had a…
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Events occur in life that divide time into before and after. This was one of those.
Before this seizure, there was worry. After this seizure, there was fear. Real fear. Strong fear. The kind of fear that haunts your thoughts and jerks you awake.
My son and I saw the life leaving Rose. The term SUDEP had not been coined yet. Death by seizure was not widely talked about then. Folks still believed in tongue swallowing.
We know what we saw. I have been told that my panicked beating on the back may have served as haphazard CPR. I was aware of nothing but Rose in those long minutes.
I know I am sharing a nightmare with parents who have had their own, so I must be honest. The level of concern in our lives was raised that evening and has never returned to the previous level. We fight the…
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The following story proves that the magic of motherly love spans across species. Emmily Austin was visiting Boston’s Franklin Park Zoo with her …
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My Little Hands
My little hands play patty cake
they peek a boo and wave…
They catch me while I learn to walk
and splash me as I bathe.
My little hands reach up to you,
for hugs before I sleep…
and fold together when I pray
the Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
but yours will serve to guide me…
And when I’m grown I’ll still reach out
and know you’re right beside me
Two little hands
that grasp and hold
cherish each day
that’s what I’ve been told.
They’re so small now
but this will not last
they change each day
they grow so fast.
These two little handprints
will help me recall
how little you were
when your hands were so small.