Tag: family
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A Final Word: A reflection
Like a few things I’ve done in my life, the decision to write about fifty memories was a bit of a whimsical event. The idea came to me one day, a couple days before I needed to start, and I thought “Hey! I could do that.” Not, perhaps, fully understanding that fifty is a big…
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Memory #1: The boy who made me a Mom
The day you were born, everything changed. They told me to eat a light breakfast (I had toast), not to bring anything (which wasn’t totally true, we should have brought my bag). and come prepared to be induced for labour. They’d induce me, send me home, and we would wait… Probably all day for you…
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Memory #2: Meeting Chris (people who change your life)
Have you ever met anyone who flipped your world so on its head, you weren’t sure whether you were coming or going? I have had that happen twice in my life. First time it was my husband. The second time? It was my best friend, *Chris. How do I describe Chris? There is the technical…
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Memory #4: In a blink
Imagine for a moment that you woke up one morning with a simple crick in your neck… Nothing too bad, just like you slept wrong. Thinking it would work itself out, you head off to work and go about your day. By noon, your arm is numb, your hand is throbbing, and you’re beginning to…
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Memory #6: Accident
Warning: This post is hard. Probably the hardest yet. It is about my niece’s accident from when she was two years old. As I’m writing the warning, I’m almost in tears. There are two events in my life, this one and one with my youngest nephew that I cannot mention without crying. It was the…
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Memory #7: These are the dogs and cats I know
As I mapped out the last ten memories, I had the number seven spot blank for a bit. I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about. The top ten weren’t any more important but they were ones I hadn’t covered yet so they were of some significance. Then it came to me as…
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Memory #8: Becoming domesticated
When I was twelve, I sold my sewing machine to some missionaries who came to the garage sale we were having. It was a good little workhorse and I’d sewn many an item on it. Doll clothes – for my barbies and Cabbage patch dolls. Mostly made-up patterns because I couldn’t follow a pattern, I…
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Memory #9: We are family
I have a family. Originally, there were five of us. I’ve spoken of my Mom, Dad, sister, and brother. For my first sixteen years, that was it. It worked, more or less. We had some good times. I remember piling into the family pick-up truck and driving to Jasper National Park for camping trips, seeing…
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Memory #10: Travels with
I don’t know how long I have desired to travel abroad, or if I have. However, as I started planning my fifty things to do before I turned fifty, I decided I wanted to leave the North American continent. I wasn’t sure where I wanted to go, I just knew I wanted to go somewhere,…
The Voices In My Head 