"... did you really want me? Tell me the story again..."
My childhood has not been that happy, and I finally found how to deal with that: trying to identify with an orphan, even telling friends that my ideal next girlfriend should be and orphan too. Family, mine and girlfriends', brought as many bad memories as good ones. Thanks for your lessons and examples of happiness, including "Anne and Marius" pic of 1956. Speaking of happiness, Happy birthday, dear Jeannette <3
Dear Yves, yes, we had spoken often about all these tangles which are life, family and love. As always, many thanks for you comments, and birthday wishes. To Montreal for EVER!
Oh...Jeanne, I wept, I felt this to the bone, the beauty and pain and saving of souls, the l’immortale oil on her dresser, the way life is passed along from generation to generation. Love to you all.
Hello sweet Amie, it has been a roller coaster, yet, the writing has kept me loving the moments too. You know, I know. It closes closer to the end, and with that, the peace and beauty of having known this woman, my mother. Many thanks. X
Again you had me in tears..A very brutal and honest story.I watched my mum hold hands with her mum who was 98 when she was dying.I wrote to my mum after to say I hope when her time comes I can be as caring..On a happy note I took my friends kids to Frozen last year.We all cried.x
Yes, in the midst of sadness we sang and danced. Vivi loved it so much. (Frozen). I shall do this today, too, with a friend, go and dance to Abba Voyage, then back to the bed, to the evening light. Much love Lois. Thank you so muchX
"... did you really want me? Tell me the story again..."
My childhood has not been that happy, and I finally found how to deal with that: trying to identify with an orphan, even telling friends that my ideal next girlfriend should be and orphan too. Family, mine and girlfriends', brought as many bad memories as good ones. Thanks for your lessons and examples of happiness, including "Anne and Marius" pic of 1956. Speaking of happiness, Happy birthday, dear Jeannette <3
Dear Yves, yes, we had spoken often about all these tangles which are life, family and love. As always, many thanks for you comments, and birthday wishes. To Montreal for EVER!
Oh...Jeanne, I wept, I felt this to the bone, the beauty and pain and saving of souls, the l’immortale oil on her dresser, the way life is passed along from generation to generation. Love to you all.
Hello sweet Amie, it has been a roller coaster, yet, the writing has kept me loving the moments too. You know, I know. It closes closer to the end, and with that, the peace and beauty of having known this woman, my mother. Many thanks. X
Again you had me in tears..A very brutal and honest story.I watched my mum hold hands with her mum who was 98 when she was dying.I wrote to my mum after to say I hope when her time comes I can be as caring..On a happy note I took my friends kids to Frozen last year.We all cried.x
Yes, in the midst of sadness we sang and danced. Vivi loved it so much. (Frozen). I shall do this today, too, with a friend, go and dance to Abba Voyage, then back to the bed, to the evening light. Much love Lois. Thank you so muchX