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A LOT ON MY SHOULDERS

I have wondered if someday I’ll be an “open-faced sandwich”. Thinking this isn’t helpful. It starts to feel that I’m wishing my parents were gone. I was actually thinking it meant my kids were more independent. The truth is, I just need less squeezing. I’ve decided that my husband is the pickle, and Rosa is the toaster. Continue reading

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FROM MOTHER BEAR TO DAUGHTER BEAR

My mom was crying. She continued sharing, “She told me that I will move – it is for sure! They’re not going to punish me for falling out of my wheelchair; they’re going to make sure I’m with dad, and soon! I am so happy – I believe her. She was so nice to me. I am definitely next on the list. She said she spoke with everyone in charge and they all in agreement about this! Isn’t that wonderful? Continue reading

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THE SAND AND THE SEA, TEN YEARS LATER

An image came to me. It was so clear. It was amazing. I felt like I was there. Here was what I told her. “I am sitting facing my daughter. We are on a patio overlooking the ocean at a villa, somewhere in Italy perhaps. It is ten years from now. I am very, very rich. We are traveling through Europe. Did you know I’ve hardly gone anywhere? I have never had a vacation that’s relaxing. It’s a beautiful day. There is an aqua ocean in the distance. It is sunny, and she and I are enjoying our trip together.” I continued to describe my vision to Connie. “My daughter looks confident and beautiful,” I said. “She is laughing and enjoying her life. She is amazed that my promise that I’d be successful actually happened. She didn’t believe it!” Continue reading

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I COULDN’T SAVE MY OWN CHILD; WHAT WILL SAVE ME?

I remember how I felt so useful and so hopeful. I was elated that my mother had turned a corner. And then within a flash of those thoughts, I was literally “flat on the floor” pounding it with anguish. I wanted to pull out every single hair on my head!
Here I was – super genius and devoted daughter, and I couldn’t save my own son!

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