Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Linking Generations
My mom died at home. As I was singing to her, holding her hand, I became aware of the unique bond I shared with my grandmother. As my mom entered the world, 96 years before, my grandmother held her sweet little newborn hand. Ninety-six years later, I held the same precious hand, now worn and lined from all those years of caring for us. Legacy links.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
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