11:33 am on a Monday morning. Thoughts of childhood summers mixed with ponderings about what to do now. Stumbled upon this one, right in my path after completing a thought. Not a direct question, but a, "I wonder if I should..." The feedback is mine and mine alone. Just nice to know that I'm not alone on this one.
Roberta Marie O'Neill Bradley passed away in June of 1998. She was my mom. She died from cancer. Shortly before she passed, she asked for a feather. After she passed, feathers started showing up in strange places. 12 years later, they still do... You're welcome to follow along.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Pondering something... aparently two cents from heaven were thrown in...
11:33 am on a Monday morning. Thoughts of childhood summers mixed with ponderings about what to do now. Stumbled upon this one, right in my path after completing a thought. Not a direct question, but a, "I wonder if I should..." The feedback is mine and mine alone. Just nice to know that I'm not alone on this one.
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It's so funny, for lack of a better word, that you wrote and were thinking " I wonder if I should." I say this because when I saw the message about this blog I started thinking about your mom and my main memories and emotion I think/feel about her is calm and focused. Not like Lance Armstrong focused but like big picture don't worry about the details focused. Focused on being level headed, in the moment. I can picture her sitting in a chair in Nana and Grandpa's kitchen just watching all the "chaos" unfold and her almost laughing to herself right in the middle of it all. Just calm and "focused" I think she and my kids would've gotten along famously, and I think she would've had a very different relationship with each one of them...awesome idea!
You're right on the money there. I know my mom would have loved each of you kids dearly. Thanks for reading. Feel free to pass this blog on to any and all in need of it.
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