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MY MOTHER, MY SONG

In Hebrew, my mother’s name Shirley means my song. My mother was an exquisite song in my life. She is a magnificent melody that I will continue humming until the day I die.
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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 2

I was so relieved that my mother’s suffering was finally over. Music was God’s gift to lift me up. Today, God was with my mother and me. Continue reading

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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 1

I had prayed my mother would die in her sleep. This was the same horror show I saw when my father died. Why, why, why? Why does a person have to suffer dying when there are such humane alternatives? Continue reading

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THROUGH THE DARKNESS

I walked into the nursing home and ached when I saw my mother. Her face was contorted and her brow was deeply furrowed as she gasped and moaned with every breath. I was heartsick and beside myself. Continue reading

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