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Deb Fisher (from PickleberryPop) - her husband was tragically killed in a farming accident this week, leaving her with 7 kids in rural Australia.
If you want to support her, head over to PickleBerryPop - where if you purchase anything of Deb's this month - 100% of the proceeds will go to Deb, no commission will be deducted.
I look at my son and my husband and I count my blessings every priceless wonderful moment of time I have them beside me is a gift of joy and happiness and every memory a treasure.
My heart goes out to you Deb and Family.
Deb Needs your love today...Please leave some love on her blog instead of me.
This will be most likely be one of the hardest post I will ever make on my blog.
I woke up this morning determined to make the best of my day.
Showered, brushed my teeth, made my morning coffee and sat to my computer to get ready to do my post..and just started to cry. I wanted to pick up the phone and tell my mother..how much I loved her and how many good things she taught me.
I told her many times but today is the day you just want to say it again.
When I started to share the story of this kit..I knew there would be a ending to the story..but I had no idea how the story would take a unexpected turn and really end.
I loved my mother with all of my heart..and one of the things my mother had to talk about with me before she passed on..was..about things that happened when I was growing up..
She lived in a world whereby social acceptance and standards measured her life.
That was how she herself had growed up.
When I was 13 was when my life really changed..and it was because I told someone about something my father had done to me
From that day on...everything in my life changed.
It was to hard for her to admit it to herself that it could be the truth.
I was to her a liar, and many more things..that is when the beatings really started.
To deal with it..I often spent countless minutes drawing in the silence of my room or outdoors in the sun ..
As a little Girl my mother would come ever night in my room and say my prayers with me..and little did she know..that she gave me the foundation of what I needed to cope with life in those younger years..a foundation that would help me and carry me through all the pain and tears
that were later to come.
Many, Many years later she found out it was the truth by something else.... he had done and that person had the sense to record him.
My mom knew that she was getting sick last summer and was getting herself ready to leave this world and part of what she needed to do to say Goodbye was to tell me..
I am so sorry, I never believed you. I can't imagine how much courage that took.
After all those years, all the scars, the swear words..and the pain, I was set free.
Never once did I not love my mother with all of my heart.
The poem FootPrints comes to my mind as I truly believe that at times when I thought I could not carry on through those young years...there were footprints behind me.
FootPrints that carried me to where I am today.
My mother suffered from Munchausen Syndrome and bi polar disorder which only in the last ten years she was treated for..
I love my mother and I know she is just looking down from heaven...proud of who I am
and proud that I care enough about others in this world that if by telling my story I help just one person...I have done a good thing.
Today the clouds part
an angels opened the gates of heaven
and play their angel harps
our mothers sing
be it the whistle of the wind
or the song of a bird
there will be something
that we once before heard
if we listen carefully
we will hear their lullabye!
Hush little baby this was never Goodbye.
Happy Mother's Day
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