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Living in Mom’s house. I never really wanted to. I still feel that way now. Some folks have mentioned the benefit of taking Mom’s house, and the benefit they offer is always financial. But I can’t imagine Mom’s house ever being anything other than her house. I cannot imagine Mom’s house looking any other way…
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Yesterday there was a weight of sadness on my heart… missing Mom. I prayed (talked to God). Talked to her. Gave myself the truth that grief is inevitable. I miss her. I am trying to live in the gratitude of having spent so much time with her over the last four years. Visits, TV, movies,…
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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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I sat at Mom’s and watched some TV. Breathed deeply Mom’s “smell.” Her house. Played a game on my phone; had a frozen banana. I stood where mom breathed her last and I prayed out loud. All that is in Mom’s house is hers. It belongs to her. Mom made possible her daughters having anything…
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Yesterday I wrote Mom’s obituary. I spent some time … and of course, thank you Higher Spirit Power. I wrote what I’d like to share at mom’s private hour tomorrow. The God of my understanding proofread: additions, deletions, copy and pastes, commas and periods. I took care of things with Holy Cross Cemetery. Mom made…
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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…
Faith & Roses 