Yes, on our mother’s side. A bit of a wild card in and of herself since she was our mother’s adoptive mother. I don’t know much about her other than that she set my bed on fire smoking in it when she was visiting and I was four or five and did the same in a hotel in downtown Peterborough above a tavern and basically jgot herself blacklisted.
I wonder which of the eight tiny reindeer came to offer you a boon. I’m guessing Dancer but , no, maybe Vixen. The hill outside our wee cabin just turned quite pink! I could read you with deep satisfaction all day.
Oh, our grandmother on our mothers side, not biological for our mother but our grandmother nonetheless - remember being offered a chocolate from that enticing box at her bedside only to discover once the lid was removed that she had taken a bite out of every one? How does a kid who loves candy gracefully turn it down? You are so kind to take us on your journey, the journey we could never nor would ever want to see you taking. We have few questions because you are so informative. And you make us laugh in a very un-funny situation.
What a thrill it is to hear your voice……..articulate, uplifting, capturing the twists and turns that is your life now. And all of this with a dash of unexpected humour. Cindy, your words are treasured.
dear Cindy-la, the enchanting forest of your mind seems well protected, floating above and beyond the incursions of opioids. I am so very very happy you will be the first recipient of new protocols to enhance and prolong your precious life. You go, girl ! [ but not yet !! ]. love, lesley
Yes, on our mother’s side. A bit of a wild card in and of herself since she was our mother’s adoptive mother. I don’t know much about her other than that she set my bed on fire smoking in it when she was visiting and I was four or five and did the same in a hotel in downtown Peterborough above a tavern and basically jgot herself blacklisted.
I wonder which of the eight tiny reindeer came to offer you a boon. I’m guessing Dancer but , no, maybe Vixen. The hill outside our wee cabin just turned quite pink! I could read you with deep satisfaction all day.
Oh, our grandmother on our mothers side, not biological for our mother but our grandmother nonetheless - remember being offered a chocolate from that enticing box at her bedside only to discover once the lid was removed that she had taken a bite out of every one? How does a kid who loves candy gracefully turn it down? You are so kind to take us on your journey, the journey we could never nor would ever want to see you taking. We have few questions because you are so informative. And you make us laugh in a very un-funny situation.
I admire your indomitable spirit
I imagined your reindeer as our pointy-noised Luca, playing havoc and spreading joy inspired by you. Not an apparition!
I want to hear more about your grandmother.
Raring and roaring by your side!
What a thrill it is to hear your voice……..articulate, uplifting, capturing the twists and turns that is your life now. And all of this with a dash of unexpected humour. Cindy, your words are treasured.
dear Cindy-la, the enchanting forest of your mind seems well protected, floating above and beyond the incursions of opioids. I am so very very happy you will be the first recipient of new protocols to enhance and prolong your precious life. You go, girl ! [ but not yet !! ]. love, lesley