thanks, Rebecca, for sharing again your special relationship with your great grandmother and how you were able to sing your song to her after many long years of waiting. And my gratitude to you for being there waiting with JoAnn through the excruciating days and nights of 2 years ago. Am also thinking today of Marcia and my step-children Anita and Bert as they waited with their husband/father Dick throughout his many long years living with Alzheimers. In this time Advent, I am grateful that he is now resting in peace.
I have so many memories of Christmas sounds. As a busy singer during the season, sometimes it was waiting for all the concerts to be over, so you could really enjoy Christmas. Waiting does change us. Two years ago I was on a ventilator at Christmas…waiting to die, but somehow I found the light. I came back to your voice, dear daughter. The most precious gift. I am always thankful for your words.
thanks so much, Jo-Ann, for sharing the return of the Light as we all accompanied Rebecca in that anguishing time of waiting two years ago. You both bright light into
Wonderful reflection. Waiting can be dreadful. It can be exciting. And it can allow for change. Thanks for sharing this memory.
thanks, Rebecca, for sharing again your special relationship with your great grandmother and how you were able to sing your song to her after many long years of waiting. And my gratitude to you for being there waiting with JoAnn through the excruciating days and nights of 2 years ago. Am also thinking today of Marcia and my step-children Anita and Bert as they waited with their husband/father Dick throughout his many long years living with Alzheimers. In this time Advent, I am grateful that he is now resting in peace.
Gracias por la luz! Holding all who loved Dick in the light. I never met him, but feel like I knew him through your stories.
I have so many memories of Christmas sounds. As a busy singer during the season, sometimes it was waiting for all the concerts to be over, so you could really enjoy Christmas. Waiting does change us. Two years ago I was on a ventilator at Christmas…waiting to die, but somehow I found the light. I came back to your voice, dear daughter. The most precious gift. I am always thankful for your words.
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thanks so much, Jo-Ann, for sharing the return of the Light as we all accompanied Rebecca in that anguishing time of waiting two years ago. You both bright light into
my life and I am grateful!
I’m so grateful the light back you back to us!
The waiting experience is so shaped by what we are waiting for.
I love how you are unraveling!