Until Then
This week I held my six month old granddaughter while my son offered her a spoon of her very first
Sharing the stories, emotions and lessons of life's challenges and God's grace
This week I held my six month old granddaughter while my son offered her a spoon of her very first
I was over at Mom’s today as a new care giver was being trained in. She’s a refugee from Kenya
Mama has less to say these days. She mostly hollers or talks gibberish. I can’t remember the last time she
Last night, like most nights now, I fed Mama her supper. She doesn’t pick up her spoon much anymore, so
A favorite memory from almost two years ago… “I love you,” I say to Mom. “Well, I did, too,”
I went to a funeral yesterday, of an older cousin of my husband’s. And sitting in front of us, filling
My daughter came home this morning from getting my mama up out of bed, bathed, and fed. (Dad pays her
Dad called last night and his voice was urgent. “Get over here quick! Mom is sitting on me!” he said.
Mama cuddles up next to me on the love seat. “I love you, Mama,” I say. Mom turns her head
Last week Mama said two words that keep on quietly haunting me. She probably didn’t know what she was saying,