My Grama use to say that everybody has their peckel, which means their own grief to carry throughout their lives. No body gets through without something to carry. Well, this is my peckel . One that I hadn't expected, but who knew "It" was coming. I will do my very best to fight with courage, bravery and humor as I carry my peckel the rest of my days. I will work on visualizing healing it with my own willfullness....
Thanks, Grama for explaining it to me.
Lord knows you had your own peckel and demonstrated how to cope as my role model.
I think of you and my Mother pushing me on daily...
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