It’s Coming
In 2017 she began telling anyone who would listen, “It’s coming.” My response for several months was, “Stop! You’re going to bring it on sooner.” But she knew is was coming, and we couldn’t (wouldn’t) see it yet.
The Breezeway
The breezeway and creaking swing are long gone. I remember very few specific words exchanged over that slab of covered concrete. New birds fill the air with song, different crickets fuss at night, but the sanctity of those shared moments in the breezeway lingers.
My Three Cs
I’ll waste a lot more than a ream of cardstock to remind the people in my life that we are connected.
My Love and Your Self-Interest
In that balance of love and concern and holding space for loving them no matter what, another stoic lesson helps me: your self-interest is outside of me, outside of my control.
A Journey in Review, Post 1: Listen
I fussed at mom but I think she was right. That I ever questioned her feels like a betrayal now. Why did I think I knew more about the mind and body that she had lived in for eight decades? She had always been in tune with her body and she saw the Bull coming from a long way off. She told us, but we didn’t start listening until she received the medical diagnosis.
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