Where’s Mom?

Where’s Mom?

Where is Mom when everyone is sorting through her lifetime of memories?    Where is Mom when her entire world is literally laid out before her in piles?    Where is Mom when it is decided that these treasures and revived memories are trash?   ...

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You can be their beacon.

You can be their beacon.

You can be their beacon.   She called us on a Friday afternoon. Spry and excitable, she was up to her ears in boxes, yet not one item had been placed in any of them. She had gathered some sheets she planned to use to wrap the most fragile items...

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