Memories of Mom’s Garden and Her Never-ending Love — Inspire A Fire

Mom’s garden, sown with love… Her love reminds me of a garden; ever lovely, growing, and alive. Born and raised in New York City, the feisty redhead sprang into action the day tulips and daffodils popped their heads up after a long winter’s slumber. Welcoming patches of color bordered sidewalks along our street. The hard-as-a-rock…

Memories of Mom’s Garden and Her Never-ending Love — Inspire A Fire

10 responses to “Memories of Mom’s Garden and Her Never-ending Love — Inspire A Fire

  1. Loved this. I loved your mother.


    On Fri, May 13, 2022, 3:44 PM Joann M. Claypoole ~ Dreamdove’s Flights Of


  2. Very very touching and inspiring. We were raised in totally different environments, but so much the same! I ran around in our orange groves in Florida! Loved this’ sparked so many precious memories! Thank you for writing! It came from your heart!❤️❤️❤️

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    • I can see the visual of you as a young girl, golden tresses bouncing as you ran through the groves. We’re so blessed, Susan. You always encourage me. I love your and Ed’s example of nurturing a loving family and sowing seeds of eternal value. I’ve always felt a kindred bond with you…


    • Thanks for your kind words, Lynda, and especially for always honoring your mom. I can’t believe my mom left us 19 years ago. Although I wish I had more time with her, I’m thankful for the way our bond grew even deeper in the last years of her life. Alzheimer’s disease tried to steal her dignity, but it didn’t matter. If she couldn’t articulate or use simple brain or motor functions, we made it through together. Painful as it was, I know God blessed me with that walk. And, whenever she looked at me, I knew deep down, she knew me…I’m so glad I have the hope of seeing her again someday.


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