A friend of mine lost her father prematurely 1 year ago this week and she took me to a stone bench she and her siblings had engraved by Bessie Stanley winning poem of "What Constitutes Success" and placed in the neighborhood of her childhood. She felt so strongly that this wonderful man not be forgotten. Today the kids gather there each morning to catch the bus. Where ever Donald is, he is smiling.
So part of me wants to record in my way this process of life and to commemorate my mothers beautiful spirit. I feel blessed I get the opportunity to go through it with her. I feel me growing, maturing painfully so, but with gratitude and love.