“Carol’s like me,” my Mom proclaimed one Easter as we sat at a glorified diner where candidates often came to meet and greet: it was called an ‘Inn’ and it had a banquet room downstairs.
Anguished story. Reminded me of taking care of my mother when she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. She had buried two children already (my older sister and my younger brother) and bore it stoically as only the WWII generation could. My mother had moved to Montana when I was 19 with her third husband, and even though she had quit smoking when she was 40, the constant forest fires out West did the damage to her lungs. When I landed in Missoula to get her out of the hospital, she cried and she NEVER did that. She hugged me and NEVER did that either. My mother and I had our fights, our reconciliations, then fights again. Didn't matter in the stream of life. Thanks, Karen
Anguished story. Reminded me of taking care of my mother when she was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. She had buried two children already (my older sister and my younger brother) and bore it stoically as only the WWII generation could. My mother had moved to Montana when I was 19 with her third husband, and even though she had quit smoking when she was 40, the constant forest fires out West did the damage to her lungs. When I landed in Missoula to get her out of the hospital, she cried and she NEVER did that. She hugged me and NEVER did that either. My mother and I had our fights, our reconciliations, then fights again. Didn't matter in the stream of life. Thanks, Karen
Thanks for your response, Suzanne. I appreciate it.
Beautiful
Thank you so much.
Great stuff Karen.