sisters

These are the girls turned women who share my genes and share my love for our parents. These are the best friends who share my memories and share the dreams for our children and families. It is refreshing to be able to laugh and cry together and understand completely.

Sisters, what a blessing!

july 17th

Special days are the days that make you stop and wonder where the days disappear to. Quietly six slips into seven for this reserved little chap. In a time when so much of my thoughts are taken up with mom's illness it is good to be thankful for the life that blossoms in this home.

july 17th

When I turn around the hummingbird whooshes to this blossom, and I have been unable to capture it. Patience.

friday's moon

Quietly, in the early hours, with the Book on my lap, and the steam rising from my coffee cup, I watch them flit in and out, this parade of life in feathered form.

sons and mothers

He said to me this morning, our little Marten, "When I am big I will have a huge property and a guest house, and when you are old you can live in it, and I will take care of you".

Today, I am alive and well, and have a list of chores and activities that need attending, while my own mom lies quiet in a hospice bed. Today, Uncle Marten returns to his own family and his own life. No Diggory's apple was given or would have been taken. Only precious time and selfless love and a wanting to take care of one's mother. Somehow it just seems impossible and so sons and daughters do what they can but it never feels like it is enough. And mom lies quiet in her bed and loves her children back.

canada day