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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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Mom continues to journey home. My Higher Power continues to bless her with guided steps, protection, and freedom from pain. Sleeping and sleeping. She can finally rest and sleep like she never did in her stronger years. The caring I feel in my heart for her is real. And I know that because it is…
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Going about my morning, I spent time on the phone. Read some. Then… I remembered that Terrence was gone. My heart hurts. I really want a do-over on this one. Don’t want to accept it. I’m so grateful for all my Terrence hugs. My Terrence smiles. Having had the privilege of conversations with Terrence. Listening…
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I had a great cry last night and, for part of it, I had Kevin on the other end of the phone. We lost Terrence. He passed on the twenty-second. More will be revealed. I pray he is whole, free and floating with the stars. I pray for his family, girlfriend and close friends. I…
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Sat with Mom yesterday. Got her to smile a few times. I love her so. “Resurrect your mind from the little habits that keep you worldly all the time. Smile that perpetual smile — that smile of God. Smile that strong smile of balanced recklessness — that million-dollar smile that no one can take from…
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Easter Sunday. Quiet. Coffee. Home Group today. It was a busy week: hospice care, “Comfort Care,” case manager, social worker, RN, chaplain, drug delivery, freebie delivery. We made it through. Thank God whose presence and power I am aware of. New meds for Mom. She was really knocked out last night. It would be better…
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Hello March! The sun streaming in my kitchen window is fierce. The warmth I feel is a beautiful thing. Thinking about how I get to help some women in Recovery…it’s a real privilege, and I have been developing patience with them as with Self in the process. I can move away from frustration towards compassion…
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A ‘short fuse’ with Mom this week. And admitting that seems so screwed up to me. What reason or excuse can there be to act out on someone who is helpless over their cognitive state? I was sharing a bit about it with Marjory today and she said: “Breaking news: you’re not perfect. And even…
Faith & Roses 