Our lovely neighbor was a mother to three children, two girls and a boy. They are now adults, but I remember when they moved in and she brought them home from the hospital as babies. They all had summery blonde hair and the girls often twirled outside in their dresses. They were a young family with so much promise.
Besides being a wonderful mother, our neighbor was a gifted nurse. She worked with the fragile babies in the NICU. Once, she joked as she held one of our babies, that it felt so good to hold a healthy, heavy baby. Whether a mother or nurse, she was always smiling, happy, and beautiful - she had the most amazing thick, curly brown hair. Like I often say to my kids ... "beautiful on the outside and beautiful on the inside."
She was only fifty-five years old. Too young. When things like this happen, and they often do, I take a deep breath. I remember what I need to be mindful of doing. Cherish the moment, tell loved ones that I love them, and hold my children just a little closer and a bit longer. Pretty much everything else is out of my hands.
Tricia
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