Tag: memories
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When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery.
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Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
Looking back on what we had considered difficulties, we often gain the perspective of hindsight…
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It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive.
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Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as I anticipate the fun-filled day of planning, preparing, cooking, coordinating, jostling, juggling, and otherwise stressing and strategizing to make the perfect Thanksgiving feast. As I’ve attempted before. With fear and trembling. Of course. Thanksgiving is definitely […]
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The end of the twin era…
I always wanted twins until I got four children at one time. When I was young, I played with my dolls — which included Raggedy Ann and Andy, two redheaded twins named George and Georgette, and Velvet and Crissy, two dolls who could have short hair in the morning and long hair in the afternoon. […]
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My surprise “happily ever after”…
Today I made a new friend as I stood at the makeup mirror, and as I told her my professional background, somehow my conversation got more personal, and I started sharing my love story. As I neared the end of the story, I noticed the rest of the locker room at rapt attention. “And that was […]
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How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It was simply an observation, but my daughter made it so much more. “Well, I hope it lasts longer than the one we had on the Mitsubishi.” And that started the memories. ————— I married into […]
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Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
I had carefully planned and shopped and done everything in my power to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. When our television broke on Christmas Eve eve, I was afraid, I was very afraid. At this time, my children were young, and shopping on Christmas Eve meant traipsing through desperate crowds, trying to shop while keeping […]
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An afghan as a symbol of regret…
My husband noticed something was wrong. At first I hesitated. Then I told him, “No, it’s stupid.” “I can tell something is wrong, what is it?” “You’re going to think this is stupid. Actually, it is stupid. Ridiculous… [long pause] “… Last night, I dreamed of an afghan.” Lest he think I meant an Afghan […]
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Return to the river…
We had perpetually called a rustic river house our spring break destination. Last year, we skipped it and headed for the beach, not to sunbathe in the lap of luxury instead, though we did. We skipped it because returning would emphasize our loss. Last week, however, we ventured back—without my father-in-love. Thomas Thrower Mayo is […]
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