That's me on my first birthday. Cute? The cake on the floor was my mother's idea. I picked this picture, because it shows how happy I was with my mom and dad. My mother died on March 15, 2001. You've heard "Beware the Ides of March." I had known that day was coming for several years. I knew all day that there were mere hours left to spend with her. Yet it struck me as unreal when it happened. Just a few days before she had been joking about Jim (my youngest brother), cheese, my Dad, and her best friend - Dot. Like most family jokes, it would take way too long to explain it all. You will just have to trust me on this. One second she was breathing. Then she was not. There were to be no more tomorrows. Like you, I was not prepared. Now over ten years later, I still hear her voice and see her smile. One Christmas, I received a sketch from her of Jesus laughing. It hangs on the wall in my office. I wonder if she knew.
HELPFUL HINT: Telling your story will help you heal.al.
Cynthia will be telling her story, too. You can watch for it on this page.
Perhaps you are wondering why I am talking so much about me. That is because the only story that I know is mine. Share your story with us. Think of us as friends. And, remember that we do not walk alone. God bless and peace.