This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

What do you do

Why is it that some of the most confounding questions are also the ones you already know the answers to?

What do you do …
You'd tell me to Pray, listen to my heart, speak with a soft voice.
You'd tell me to show compassion, respect, and be patient.
You'd tell me it will all work out, and that it's not the END of the world - because it's not!

You'd be right!
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