I cherish memories of the caregiving years with my mother and family. I could not imagine blogs then. My mother often asked, “Are you writing?” She was called Home in 2004.
Grateful for a quiet Christmas this year.
And I have to review my archives to remember all I have written since the caregiving years. One day at a time, and also trust for the “big picture” over time.
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Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
Mother
(Published in Bell’s Letters Poet No. 115, Jan. 2006.)
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Ellen Grace Olinger
Merry Christmas, dear Ellen. Your writing has continued to be a comfort and consolation. This is the second Christmas without Mom and my first without any of my family. Each day is a new day and filled with new lessons. Love, Kathleen
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Dear Kathleen, Blessings and love, as you remember your mother, and live each new day. Ellen
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Thank you for sharing that precious poem. And Merry Christmas!
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Dear Debbie, Thank you and Merry Christmas
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Nice…😊
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Thank you
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You are welcome…and you can visit my blog too…😊
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I was grateful for a quiet Christmas too.
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Thank you and blessings
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