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My parents, my grandparents, and countless others. They all give me courage during difficult times.
It is a good reminder that none of us is ever truly alone, although it may feel like it sometimes. Rest in these good people, for if they could do it, so can you.
I would say almost everyone in my life has goodness in their heart and I’d like to think they bring it to every situation.
My parents always and even my siblings ♥️
My daughter who continues to shine her torch of acceptance each day, everyday.
My mom has been so patient with our dog with his aggression. Anyone else would have put him down the first time he bit anybody, but she has spent tons of money on a trainer who specializes in aggression and has taken care of the dog when my dad and I have not been able to. She definitely has put a lot of energy into Tuck, and it has paid off as his aggression problems have improved (it’s almost been a year now since he’s bit anybody).
My best friend, Kathryn, who has faced many hardships and difficult times throughout the past few years. However, through it all still finds the positive in life. She brings a beam of light and ray of energy wherever she goes, despite the journey she has been through. She is my person, my inspiration, and a joy in my life.
My mom, who went to Heaven this past Thursday, Feb. 17. She had her share of hardships & suffering but spread love & joy when & where she could. She was a kind, generous, strong, vibrant woman who gave her All to her family. She was beautiful. I was blessed to have her Love. I miss her. ❤️🙏❤️
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Mothers are special people and when one losses their mother, it is so difficult. I still miss my mother, and probably always will.
May you find some comfort in the memories you carry of your time with her.
Thank you kindly Mary Pat. ❤️
My deepest sympathies on the loss of your mother pkr. I will light a candle for her, you and your family during this difficult time.
Thank you kindly Michele.❤️
I am so sorry for your loss, pkr. Your words of love and appreciation for your mom speak volumes. I hold you in prayer in the days ahead. Many blessings.
Thank you kindly Pilgrim.❤️
My cousin, whose son died unexpectedly in his sleep on her sofa over a year ago. He was in his 20s, too young. She shares loving memories of him and her friends and family see the love shining– it doesn’t end when the person dies.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, a poet whose work I had been reading every morning for a while when her 17-year-old son took his own life last August. She had been posting a poem every morning. Those stopped for a while and when she resumed it wasn’t a poem every day, but what she wrote shared her grief and her enduring love for her son. I share them every so often with my cousin. An example of her work: https://ahundredfallingveils.com/2022/02/12/emerging-self-portrait/.
Barb C., yes I too know Rosemerry & her poetry. My heart hurts for her & her family. Her poetry, since Finn’s passing has guided me in my own intense time of grieving. She is a beautiful woman. Love to you & your cousin. ❤️
Thank you so much, and love to you with sympathy for your mother’s passing. My mom died nearly 8 years ago after a long stretch of dementia. In a way that means I lost her twice but I still repeat sayings she used, tell stories she told or stories about her, and her laugh comes out of my mouth, so she isn’t really gone.
Thank you Barb C. My mother also suffered with dementia. She was “gone” for a bit before she went to Heaven. I am sorry for the loss of your mom, too. ❤️
My friend, Nanci, always seems to remain inclusive and open-minded despite the many obstacles put in her path
Regarding other people, various during different times.
On a consistent basis…..myself.
I went to Wal Mart last Tuesday to stock up before the snow storm headed our way. I had my list and was cruising right along from aisle to aisle gathering what I needed. I turned into the salad dressings aisle to search for a new dressing to perk up my lettuce leaves and abruptly stopped my grocery cart. A tiny elderly lady with pencil in hand was studying a quite lengthily grocery list. Her spine was so curved that her body looked like a question mark. I don’t know how she was pushing that large grocery cart that was already half full. I rolled my cart up next to hers and said, “You are a very busy lady.” She lifted her eyes to look up at my five-foot frame. Our eyes met and from her compromised position she said, “Yes, I cook supper each night for 6 or 7 people.” I smiled and made a point of letting her know that I was impressed. To be honest, she had no idea of how her words and her matter-of-fact attitude touched my heart because I struggle daily to stand up straight and know that the day may dawn when I can no longer succeed. Doctors tell me I have had 12 compression fractures in my thoracic and lumbar spine. They tell me that most people cannot walk after 10 fractures. My primary care doctor says that if they do walk, they are bent over at the waist. I don’t know what medical condition caused this lady’s compromised physical appearance but I saw so much beauty and so much spirit in her. She was an inspiration to me. Could I cook for 6 or 7 people every night? I doubt it but if it was needed, I’d like to think I would try. I give thanks for this encounter. It has truly been a blessing to me.
I love your writing Carol – you make it easy to picture perfectly while reading it. I will light a candle for this lovely elderly lady.
Thanks, MIchele. Your thoughtfulness is deeply appreciated.
Warm wishes to you, dear Carol, and congratulations on walking still with all your compression fractures. with love –
Thank you, MIca, you too have touched my heart!
What a lovely story! I will hold that lady in my prayers. Goodness can be found everywhere.
I agree and appreciate your praying for her.
My Grandma M. All of the things she endured through her life, some things I wish I didn’t know, but she kept her head up, kept her faith in God, and was the sweetest woman anyone knew. I miss her. God rest her soul.
My grandmother. RIP
My mom. Throughout a difficult marriage she remained true to herself. Steady and grounded to the end. There hasn’t been a day in the last 20 years that I haven’t missed her.
Willard was a milkman from a time long past. He was a gentle giant of a man in body and, most assuredly, in his heart. He endured pain and sorrow with grace. His laughter was the heartbeat of the Cosmos; his smile like the sun. Love shone through his eyes and the joy in his heart touched everyone. You see, this milkman named Willard, this man whose faith was strong was at total peace with himself and with the world. I miss you, Willard. Yet I know you are a part of me. A part of us all. 💜
Many of you on this website. You are inspiring and I find encouragement and light in your witness.
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