in the wee hours of the morning 22 years ago today, the Ides of March, my mom left her tired body. after seven years of a rollercoaster ride of hope and despair, and lingering for a month in hospital as she waited for a liver transplant which never came, she took one last look at those of us gathered around her bed and quietly slipped away. she was the same age as i am now.
for my first blog of this year, i had every intention of writing something different- something inspirational and uplifting. however, in one of many “ah ha” moments i've had in these first few days of 2021, i realized that i cannot, in earnest and with deep fullness, begin anything new without clearing out the old.
Read Moreit would’ve been my mom‘s 80th birthday today.
Read MoreEven though I've written and talked about this particular journey thousands of times, it never ceases to cause the tears to flow
Read MoreI've driven up Love Creek Road countless times, ever since I was a small girl
Read MoreI walked down to the meadow with our dog, Farley, for the last time this morning…
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