M-O-T-H-E-R "M" is for the million things she gave me, "O"means only that she's growing old, "T" is for the tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her heart of purest gold; "E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining, "R" means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word that means the world to me. --Howard Johnson (c. 1915)
A spur of the moment trip found me on Captiva Island this past Tuesday. The pictures on facebook of a huge shell pile were too tempting for me. I hurriedly packed a bag, jumped in the car & drove the 2 hours south to Captiva for the 6pm low tide. I had been digging my way through the monstrous shell pile when my phone rang. It was Hubby. "This better be good" I thought as I stopped excavating my way through the mass of seashells. "The ambulance is here. I think your Mom is having another stroke." He said soberly. So, 10 minutes later I am heading back home to Englewood trying to keep calm & not let the thoughts in my head take over. You know, the "what if's" and the "should have's". "I didn't even hug her good bye", I thought to myself. I just ran out of the house thinking about the stupid junonia that would have my name on it in that big shell pile. Now, 3 days later, she is recovering from her 2nd s...
