Today I am grateful for challenges that have helped me mourn with those that mourn, and for the life experience of others that have helped them to mourn with me when I needed it.
A dear friend of mine is in the hospital right now, doing all she can to stay pregnant for as long as she can. I m so worried for her, but am so glad that she s at a good hospital (where she ll stay until the baby is born). I was grateful for the opportunity to reflect on all the help we got when Benjamin was born, most especially from the women who d walked that difficult path before me (so don t be surprised, Crystal, if your blog stats show an increase in traffic from Kansas because I sent this sweet friend your posts about Cheetah). It s going to be a long, hard road for her sweet family, but they re amazing and will get through it just fine.
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Graham and his family at Blackpool Pier. He said: Even in wartime Mum and Dad made sure we had an annual holiday. We did, in fact, have relatives who lived in Blackpool, but we didn t stay with them, we booked Accommodation , which took the form of a boarding house, where we had bedrooms, but we provided all the food, and the landlady cooked it for us. During the year, in preparation for our holiday, Mum would secrete various special items, like tins of peaches (very rare) and before we set off she would post a parcel of goodies to the boarding house address, and it was there waiting for us when we arrived. Those holidays were very special for us!