Journaling Reads:
Love from England


I grew up in the mililtary. The US Air Force, to be exact. Lots of moves. All the time. They new kid in school. All the time. You either loved the military and all the moving, or you hated it. I loved the military and hated all the moving. My parents? They loved both. And they made life-long friends during all of this moving around. Something that I really admire. Itís hard enough to maintain a good friendship when you live in the same town sometimes. But they maintained friendships across the country, and across oceans. When my daughter was 15 she was diagnosed with leukemia. That meant 2-1/2 years of chemotherapy. We tried to take one day at a time. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didnít. We just tried to hold on. We had amazing help and support from friends and family. And sometimes from places we would never have imagined. My parents had friends that they had met in England. A friend from the Air Force and his English wife. They stayed in contact with them for a really long time. They reconnected here in the States. And they stayed in touch after they got a divorce and she moved back to England. My parents stayed more in touch with her than him, really. And when they told her that my daughter had cancer she started sending candy. You see, my girl was having a hard time with her appetite. Nothing tasted the same because of the chemo and she was having trouble keeping weight on. So Pat started sending English candy to us. I know she didnít have much money, and I know that it cost her more to send the candy than it cost to buy the candy itself. But still she sent it. It was always a surprise to get because there was really no schedule. And some it of my daughter liked, and some of it she didnít. And if she didnít like it I ate it. Because my appetite was going crazy, too. And then the eternity that was 2-1/2 years was finally over. And we had all survived. And the candy that remained uneaten was put into an old Ball jar. Because I didnít want to throw it out. I wanted to always have that Love visible for me to see. And now my daughter is an oncology nurse. You never know where in the world life will take you. And Pat has been gone for some time now. But I still have a jar of love. And I can look at it and remember Pat. And be thankful that my parents made life-long friends who loved them and their family. You never know what form an angel of support will come in. One of ours was a little tiny one with a British accent. Thanks, Pat.


Paper:
Lynn Grieveson Color Challenge 21dec08
Graphed Paper Pack No. 03
FloraART Paperie No. 09
Grunge Overlays No. 03


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Stacked Vintage Frames No. 04 Value Pack


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