It’s been two months since we checked you in. Four, since we figured out what was eating you alive. A year and two months, since we started battling it. You’ve been so brave, through it all! Through scans and needles and burning meds Sleepless nights, and broken muscles, and A lost voice, unable to eat, to speak And even though you’re tired, I’m so glad we made it through. Time to soldier on. Time to pick up the pieces of our life. ...
My mother wants me to write for her … You wrote for Daddy, she said. Now write a little something for me too. Such is Mummy. Satisfied with love. So here’s to you Mummy! Happy 60th! Sometimes I think, being a mother is all she ever knows. She had three boys by the time she was twenty eight. Daddy worked two jobs, to feed us. Leaving Mummy to handle three hyperactive boys. And she did. ...
“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.” I take thee Abby, to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part … I will love you, and honour you, all the days of my life! ...
Li’l Princess Natanya!
My mom is a never-ending song in my heart, of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words … but I always remember the tune – Anon
Derrick came home two years ago in December to tell me he liked a girl. Then he told me that she was older than him. Then he told me she was Hindu. Then he told me, she was a divorcee with a kid. All of this didn’t surprise or bother me. I’d be OK with all of this no matter what, if the girl’d be good. What did surprise me, was that my brother, my impetous, independant minded, “I am my own man” brother cared enough about this girl to seek my approval. ...