It was just a few years ago although now it seems like a life time. I remember sitting in the corner of the tiny hospital room, starring endlessly at my mother. Her skin pale, lifeless, but her spirit bright and loving.
We kept a guest book for my mother. Everyday it was signed by her many visitors, and populated by numbers from her games of cribbage with her mother and brothers. The book shares her journey, and captured the personal journeys had by her family and friends. My sister and I often wrote in it. Here is something very special my sister Krystal wrote to my mother.
Thank you for letting me share, Krystal.
Love your sister, Jackie