life
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Long ago, my father had returned from one of his two Naval stays in Japan with a beautiful silkscreen of a tiger, which he quickly made a frame for. That tiger was a part of our household as far back as I can remember. It sure is beautiful. I remember Mom telling me how much…
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My mind nas been thinking of the times when I was traveling along my spiritual journey … immature in the ways of gratitude and humility. When I fell short of the mark of unconditional love and respect that Mom so freely gave to me, and which she deserved to have reciprocated. In the past four…
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Hi Mom. Miss you already. Love always, Daria.
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And so, Mom is dying. This is a very large sadness covering me. I’m somewhat afraid; afraid to be without her. Afraid to be sad and to grieve. I give the medicine as directed by the hospice nurse. I am trusting her knowledge and experience. I can list in my mind, or here on paper,…
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God Is Good. Start with the truth to get to and remain in the truth.It’s been difficult to see Mom fading away, yet bearing witness is a gift in many ways. Death is a part of this life. A doorway, a transition, leaving behind this time and space continuum. Mom is moving forward. For Mom,…
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Tameka and I took mom to Live! casino yesterday. We also had the bonus of meeting up with Roe G. We were out for a couple of hours. I gave the casino my money and mission was accomplished: Mom got out in the world. Tameka continues to settle in beyond all my hopes. My assignment…
Faith & Roses 