Category: The Gallery
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Love Story to the End
It has been one year since they passed away. One week apart. Pappy this past Saturday and Nanny this coming Saturday. My uncle sat beside my Pappy’s bed and held his hand and shared with us about the peace in Pappy’s eyes before he went home to Jesus. One week later we learned of some…
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This Field, This Game
“…And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.…
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Let’s Take a Little Break
This past week I had no chemo and my kids had Spring Break… so we “breaked” and it was amazing to just live life. We almost felt normal again. We found a Native American settlement. And some boats. And some cannons. And camped out (only we had Gimli… MUCH easier than they had at Yorktown)…
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A Rich Life
You don’t have to be rich to live a rich life. (~Charlie Gerr) Last night was a hard night. Chaos. Bickering. Tears. Forgiveness. Prayers. Peace. This morning I stood at the side window and watched as they all piled into Bri’s big ol’ truck. Cooper Dooper stood impatiently waiting next to Bri, ready to jump…
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This Ordinary Life (It’s Extraordinary)
Music streamed throughout our house. She skipped down the stairs all ready to bake her strawberry cake. I smiled at her Spiderwoman dress (I mean, after all, who DOESN’T cook as Spiderwoman?). He trailed behind her, art supplies in hand. “Mommy, I’m so glad I’m a big enough girl to bake things on my own.”…
A Spring of Joy 