A Mother, A Gift
Many years have passed since I wrote this to my mom for her eightieth birthday. reading this reminds me how well I have been blessed. 80 years, like 16, 21 and 40 is a year that should not pass without special notice. This is a marker of life that should not pass without special note. For fifty years I have observed the clear patterns of your life. It was Aunt Pauline that told me why we left our small house to live at Poppop's farm for nine years. I knew in many ways those years had been hard on you. Poppop's series of small strokes made him ha...