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November 17 my poor babeWhat a nightmare..... last night.
he has suffered his 3rd fit now, its so awful to see,
even scary, you wonder what he must be thinking and feeling,
all you can do is be hands on and assuring.
but when he recovers he is so happy and sleepy.
we are keeping a very close eye on him and hate to leave him alone,
but fingers crossed he will be fit free for a few more months this time.
although this episode was the worst so far.
it is just so unfair.
yet today it is like nothing happened.  November 15 a mother is specialA mother is special. She's as soft and graceful as a butterfly, yet as strong and courageous as a grizzly bear. Her heart is large enough to hold everyone's pain and joy. Her hands are always gentle and soothing. Her arms are always warm and tender. She works hard to make a home feel like home, and she strives to make life pleasant and comfortable for those she loves. She never fails to go that extra mile to make the holidays happy and memorable. Her job is the most difficult and demanding ever known to any human being, yet she's fully dedicated to the task. She's always there for her family, guiding them and keeping them safe from harm. She owns a magical way to raise spirits and make everything feel better. And her sympathy, unselfishness and forgiveness are unending. All that anyone is or could ever hope to be can be attributed to a mother. She instills the teachings that will last a lifetime. She sows the seeds of virtue and morality, and in the process, she opens up love and vast horizons. She's always watching and hoping that her children's goals will have meaning. She always listens and tries to understand even when it's difficult to do so. She's a true friend in every sense of the word. She's noble and sublime, and holds all the beauty of a golden day, yet even during the storms, she always shines bright like an evening star. Her name should be honored well, for she's the closest thing to God on earth. November 13 the path of lifewe all walk a map,
the map of life,
walking with direction,
some wander aimlessly,
in the past some have been very carefree,
keep going, the path is forward,
sometimes your swayed to back track
but then realise you were going the right way in the first place,
some signs are there to trick us,
demons lurk,
but be wise and blinker them.
we have all stumbled along the way,
living with regret slows you down
move on and heal.
the way forward is always lit.
copied with permission
many thanks
rememberingmemories
memories are things nobody can take away
from me from you from them
the touch the smell the taste.
the time and the place
the sights, the feelings,
the memories
live on
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