I wish you knew her when, Tim. I wish you knew her when she settled neighborhood battles with a shout: “If you can’t be nice, GO HOME!” And yet it was at her house where all the kids gathered. I wish you knew her when she canned green beans and made currant jelly, answered the phone a hundred times, sent her husband on another call, did laundry, made lunch, then piled five kids, or more likely six or seven, into the Suburban for an afternoon at the crick— and never looked away as they jumped off the bridge into the shimmering water fifteen feet below; never seemed to bat an eyelash as water snakes drifted by, this city girl from Pittsburgh transplanted. Seizures, a stroke, and years took that polished girl away, and left this still-sparkly lady, who has let her hair go Snow-white during this Covid-crisis, who has backslid some, but who is keeping on a-keepin-on, whom you are helping to walk strong again, Tim. and I just wanted you to know this, and to thank you for doing your part so gallantly.
I’m always grateful for everyone who takes the time to read my posts. Thank you!
Thanks, Charlotte! I’m glad you liked it. I was inspired when I took Mom to Pivot! They are wonderful!
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Lovely Jenny!
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Thank you, Mariah! I probably will. The little thing I wrote about Amy is also about PopPop.
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I loved it mom. You should do one about PopPop too.
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Thanks, Cynthia. Mom took it to him.
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Thanks, Cynthia. I gave her a copy to take to him. Never fully appreciated Physical Therapists until I saw how they worked with Mom.
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I hope you send this to Tim. It is a lovely tribute to Mom!
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Thank you, Sunny! I enjoy reading about your adventures on horseback! Hope all is well over your way!
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A beautiful tribute Jennie!!
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