Gratitude that Lasts

Seizure Mama and Rose

(Then & Now on Afternoon Lessons:Chapter 27)

I run into one of our rescuers once in a while. We hug. I usually cry, sometimes they do also. When you receive a gift while you are desperate, the gratitude lasts.

Many more people remember us than we remember. After all we were in the midst of an emergency while they were concerned witnesses. I am know as Rose’s mother by many. They always want to know how she is and what she is doing now.

All seem relieved and pleased that her seizures have become much less frequent. She worried many folks back then. We never tried to hide her epilepsy because it would have meant hiding Rose away. She would not have consented to that.

I am glad that I did not gift her my fear. She has enough to struggle with without adding fictitious concerns. She has big plans…

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