She's tough.
She's kind.
Her gentle loving soul, always yearning for happiness, between all.
She'll stand up when she needs to.
And she'll sit right back down if she wants to.
She'll love her babies and grand babies til the sun goes down.
She's walked some pretty long hard health related roads. And she always prevails.
She always prevails.
She will smile during the most painful days. And step out of her cozy bed on her most tired days. Always, and only for us. For her grandbabies. For a dinner planned, or a game in another city. She'll get up and go.
The last few weeks have been tough.
She's been in the hospital very sick. This week.
Very sick.
She's fighting.
Her kids have built a fort of love around her.
Sharing moments, time, and discussion. How to get her better. How to climb this mountain. How to take care of Dad, and yet cover Mom with all the well wishes she needs right now.
I have faith.
Right now, we need all the positive energy out there. Prayers. Good vibes. Mojo's. Whatever you want to call it, we need it.
Grandma Shirley, fight on.....fight on Grandma Shirley.
Hug your family. Don't forget to tell them how you love them. Even during the dark days.
I stood in amazement this morning as I watched a lady lose it in Starbucks because her latte wasn't prepared just right. I mean, really. It certainly put the word perspective in it's place. If she only knew. If she only knew what a freak she sounded like.
Love is love. Family is family. Pain is pain. And illness gets real, very fast.
Right now, we're holding. Holding onto Faith. Hope. And lots of Love.
May peace be with you,
Leese
ps. Kyoko, thank you for the sweet words the other night. Those unexpected pieces of love could not have come at a better time.
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