FAVORITE FLOWER…FAVORITE MEMORIES….SPRINGS OF HOPE !
First of the Season. A yellow rose. My mother’s favorite. Much like the single bud of a beautiful flower, my mother’s life was budding into motherhood when her fragile mind was struck by a chronic illness far too much for her to bare.
If you’ve been a faithful reader of mine then you already know. Early on, I wrote a post touching on this, http://wp.me/p41md8-6Q. Typically, there is a “trigger,” that breaks down one’s mind. The person can handle no more. “Enough,” it says. “Please, I need a rest.” Until the next, unless the mind is treated. My mother was never treated. She did not know there was such a thing. Truly, she believed they would take her away, never to be returned to her loving family. How sad for her. How sad for all of us. Mostly, though, such a waste of much of my mother’s…
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