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“If I Died Today” — Peace –part 2 of 2

Posted in Beauty, bereavement, Children, Death, Divorce, Faith, Family, Friendship, Future, Gratitude, Grief, History, Hope, Inspiration, Life, Losing A Parent, Loss, Love, Musing, Parenting, Philosophy, Spirits, Thought For Today, Wisdom with tags , , , , on June 25, 2014 by Morguie

Well, here is the conclusion to my own search for personal peace.


If I Died Today:


I KNOW I COULD GO without reservation, unresolved issues, or regrets, because:


  • I am blessed to have had the fantastic opportunities I’ve had and for all the blessings I’ve received through the accomplishments made from my seizing on them;



  • I believe I was a good, well-intentioned, and loving mother to my precious girls, Holly and Caitlin.  God knows I tried, yet I believe I could have done some things a lot better than I did…but I didn’t know it at the time. I apologize for that, yet my children insist there is nothing to be sorry for. For the most part, my basic job is completed, but not without giving lots of credit to others in aiding me, where raising my children has been concerned. They are the sum total of all the shaping and loving they received.







  • So, now that there is yet a newer generation, I live in the ‘here and now’ by truly taking in all that I possibly can as I enjoy our time together.  I continue to worry, pray, obsess over the safety and well-being of those baby girls of mine, their children, and those dear to them and will for as long as I have breath in my body — no matter that they are pretty much in control (to an extent) of their dreams, goals, and lives as full-fledged adults now.  Nothing could come between us to break the bond of unconditional love and maternal protection I hold for them, nothing. I would happily die for them. No question.









  • I mostly believe that, overall,  I turned out to be a decent and conscionable, generally likable human being. I answer to my conscience, my responsibilities, and attempt to account for what I own — deeds, mistakes, mistaken choices of words used with or against others. I still have much to learn about patience, acceptance of things that are out of my control, forgiveness of self, forgiveness of others.
  • I believe I am generally a good-hearted and worthy human; One that my Dad and Mom are able to say they’re proud of. Dad is gone, but he remains with me daily in the wisdom he imparted and the loving encouragement he gave. I’m fortunate Mom is still here, and my love and respect is still growing for the champion she’s been for me and all she’s given to me in my life. I look more like her  with each passing day. I am humbled when someone says “You remind me of your mom” or “You take after your Daddy, he used to think about or do things the same way.” No compliment could be more of an honor, truly.

I regret I put them through some serious grief when I was a rebel teen…but they never stopped loving me. Or supporting all that needed to be supported.  I am grateful my girls had them to model after and learn from…since their Dad and I could not be for them the set of parents they really deserved.




  • I certainly have my own share of life’s personal mistakes, blunders, troubles, and regrets to create nagging guilty twinges, though. When I am really looking to entertain myself on sleepless evenings, I just lie awake worrying about all the things I cannot fix or make better or wish could somehow magically transform to a more pleasant conclusion. I find myself sorrowful for those times I chose the lesser good over the greater good; I ask only forgiveness from those I have caused any disappointment, bitterness, or pain. I forgive those who have done harm to me, in return.



  • And, I feel so grateful to have loved, lived, and been privy to all of the beauty, joy, and marvelous memories that I have enjoyed and been part of,  thus far. I am extremely fortunate just to…have…lived. Gratitude flows from my heart to  all friends, family, my neighbors, God … each and every day. Thankful to have had so much love and support, at all times.

I find much reward in knowing I can and do make worthy contributions in the lives of others, as much as they make in mine.


  • I know I have been loved, cherished, and held dear by those who matter the most. I appreciate that they cared, in ways big and small, that I should arrive, thus far, in good spirits, health in tact, and with talents and abilities to share with others… Without those helping souls and kindred spirits, I would not ‘be.’ I hope to pass it on by inspiring and encouraging others.



  • I thank the unseen power of love and fate. I was able to survive evil so that I might learn to respect and love myself. It was then that I was able to discern true good, true love, and open my heart again, to someone who showed me how love is meant to feel, to be, and for that blessing I am grateful, and happy.  With him, I am safe, loved, and cared for.035



  • I am humbled by the compassion, empathy, and well-wishes I have received from total strangers, whose names I never knew, as I made the journey through times of sunshine and the times of hardship and pain. Those people live on in my own feelings of compassion, empathy, pity, and mercy…and in the actions that I find myself taking and exhibiting,  along my walk through life. These gifts of hope, encouragement, and humanity have contributed to the complete person I am. They inspire  me to remember the less fortunate and weak of spirit, to lend my help when it is needed, and exhibit genuine concern by actions I take and words I use.

I strive to pass these forward when I sense the slightest opportunity. (Ask the stranger I hugged at the gas pumps recently. He just needed to know he was worthy of joy and respect, too.) He’d  never heard anybody actually tell him so. Our paths crossed for a special reason that day.


I am extremely grateful to have become aware of and a part of the people who make this blog a jewel in my crown of accomplishments. You have all given me the encouragement to develop a place  worthy of being followed by over 400 readers in 70+ nations since I began posting here just a little over a year ago. I am grateful for the thoughts you share and the good I have found in your works as well. Thank you for making it possible to have a sense of purpose here.




  •  I am happy that I could pass any wisdom I’ve been shown of life to my girls.  I am always learning, and trying to learn from them, too. They are everything I prayed they might become as adults and I am proud that they have taken my life to places I would have missed, were they never to be born mine.



  • The very essence of my life has been the blessing of having these two girls. My purpose, my destiny, my lasting gifts of love, the joy of being loved and trusted…I have received so very much, learned so much, been made into the very person I am due to what you have given to me through the miracles of your births.   What an awesome sense of joy!





If I died today….I have no fear of what lies beyond this earthly realm.


I have arrived at my own sense of peace. So, YES, I believe I would die in a state of contentment, today, should the Fates so decide to issue my number in the Lotto of Life.   Forward-looking means no looking through the rear-view at what has passed; only concentrating on what is ahead. 




So….I have no plans to go anywhere, anytime soon. 


“My good Grim Reaper, goest thou away, I shall go with you


some other day!”




Now, it’s your turn to find your peace. Pack the deathbed concerns in a box, lock it, and lose that key. Write it out as a letter to yourself, then burn it. Make the past tangible and toss it in the waste can.   That’s finished business.   🙂


Live life in the way it was intended– be fully present and unfettered by worry. Each day is a gift.


©2014, C.S. Thompson.





CJ and her Prince– 2014






My grandsons, June 2011





My Oldest Daughter, Holly and her sons--- Baby Nate and Justin 2012

My Oldest Daughter, Holly
and her sons— Baby Nate and Justin














My ‘baby’ daughter, Caitlin, my “Tee-Rosie” 2014





TeeRosie (l) Holly (r) 2014

TeeRosie (l) Holly (r) 2014






“If I Died Today” — Peace – part 1

Posted in Beauty, Children, Death, Divorce, Family, Future, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Inspiration, Life, Losing A Parent, Loss, Love, Parenting, Philosophy, Relationships, Thought For Today, Wisdom with tags , , , , , , on June 24, 2014 by Morguie

Today’s post is the first in a series I am planning about the aspects of DEATH as it concerns us PERSONALLY. OUR  own demise. Mine. Yours. All with the realistic hope and intent  to provoke  helpful thoughts, plans, ideas, and commentary in the task of readying OURSELVES for our own end-of-life, mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually, and sensibly.  I hope to be able to guide the series in the direction of attaining a sense of ‘personal peace’ as the main goal.

At no time is this series meant to be taken as financial, legal, medical, or other professionally metered advice, expert recommendation or testimonial, or any other service or product associated with any authority, agency, or regulated industry licensed in the areas mentioned.

This is just a series simply in search of peace of mind and a sense of readiness BEFORE our eventual ends;  based on a funeral service professional’s career observations and general thoughts on end-of-life aspects that people tend to happily ignore or overlook, or leave for survivors to contend with later. 


Assessing Your Personal Life Timeline — A Bare-Naked and Honest Approach Yields Best Results! 

After all, the only fool you’d be out to fool, is…you. It’s your life, your peace. I have no need to know YOUR truth. Just my own. So being honest with yourself, is…KEY, really, if you want to know how to keep or attain a true sense of peace within yourself. Otherwise, you’re wasting valuable time with this.

I will use my own personal life as the example. After all, this conversation needs a place to BEGIN.


Have you ever pondered the end of YOUR own life? I mean, REALLY, really given it more than just a fleeting thought? Many people halfheartedly pooh-pooh this very question. YOU do, I do. We feel awkward at the mere thought that there WILL (and, yes, I am afraid it absolutely.will.happen) come a day that we basically wake up d-e-a-d.


Where am I?  HEY!!! Where are my PANTS?

Where am I? HEY!!! Where are my PANTS?

‘Perish the thought!’

 ‘Jeezzzz, don’t bring that morbid crap up now, for God’s sake!’

‘You have a point, but I’m not concerned; what the hell, I’ll be dead anyways, hahhahaha!’


It’s not a hysterically popular ice-breaker at the family reunion, the annual Fourth of July fireworks show, or the ordinary, quiet,  Sunday dinner table.

No…it’s really more like a conversation you sit down with yourself to have. Soul-searching, as it were.

So when are we supposed to mull this impossibly morbid concept?  Precisely when, after the candle is blown out, the book is put away, and we lay our weary heads down to sleep, of course!  Exactly AT THE MOMENT our lids close.  Am I right?

(I suppose I should have prefaced this post with a disclaimer, warning you of one potentially sleepless night ahead, should you read this at the end of your day…oops, my bad. Too late, the seed has been planted…can’t unring this bell.)

Let’s get this over with, now so we can get it behind us before it’s too late — our last moments should not be a time of regret; just a time of peace. 


I have often laughed it off, myself. That nervous little laugh, you know, the kind of giggle you exude to cover up that creeping fear or worry you hide deep down.

Yes, I am guilty of a teensy bit of death anxiety. It’s true. For the record, even funeral directors are a little worried about d-e-a-t-h.

Sssshhhh, we don’t want to scare the little ones with this ‘talk.’

But, seriously, folks…let’s really begin to prepare ourselves for that day that is seemingly so far ahead in the distant future.

Are you satisfied with what you have been able to accomplish with this time you have been allotted, in  your ‘lifetime?’ 

I’ll confess, before I ever got into “the business of death and the world of the dead,” I had a pretty healthy bit of fear going for myself. I was always most terrified of the possibility of being orphaned as a child. Then, when I grew old enough to realize there was no more to fear in that category, I began to worry about merely becoming abandoned…as in, everybody else that mattered in my personal universe would die off and I would find myself that very lonely… Last of My Tribe. Now THAT’S A HELL OF A CONCEPT to wrap your mind around, JUST as you hope to meet the Sandman, ain’t it?!

Funny enough though, I never gave much, if any thought at all, to my very own personal date with the Grim Reaper. Except  perhaps, when my terribly violent married life came down to one very last and bloody battle on 06/21/1991. That was the day I ended my married life, barely escaping that day with  only my own pathetic, beaten up, unrecognizable yet human-faced, battered, blood-covered life.

But I survived, so then I became most empowered by my liberation from domestic abuse. I began to concentrate on my NEW LIFE. NO TIME TO DIE, just keep on moving on. So much life ahead it almost seems you feel a bit…IN-freakin’-VINCIBLE!  Besides, I had two tiny daughters along for the adventure ahead. Absolutely no time to think of dying. Yet.

My mother disagreed…especially when I rang her up, minutes before I was to climb aboard the aircraft that would take me to 12,500 feet and open the door to allow my voluntary, death-defying, leap out…and the ensuing 50-seconds of idiocy and sheer panic of not being able to breathe, falling thru the blue sky at more than 120 m.p.h. to my potential and utter demise below…Mom chided, pleaded, and scolded, “Please!! Don’t do it, please!! You have LITTLE KIDS HERE that you so carelessly disregard, going off and doing this dumb, dangerous sh*t!! What the hell is WRONG with you!?!?!”



Yeah. WHAT in the blue skies of heaven did I really think I was doing?  She certainly made her point. I told her I loved her, not to worry, and that I’d ring back when I landed. I hung up, freshly supplied with a whole new load of Catholic guilt, and proceeded immediately to achieve the appointed, life-long goal of making my first (and last) tandem free-fall skydive…somewhat clouded by visions of her clasping the Crucifix as she set to praying her heart out that I would not kill myself that day.



My babies, Holly (L) and Caitlin (R) 1991 Seems I Only “See” them like this when I worry and fret over them. EVEN NOW…in 2014. They will always ‘be this age’ to their Mommy


By golly, she’s good!  God saw fit to have mercy on her and I managed to exit-stage-death, sans injury or harm. She’s very, very good! 

AND…I certainly got away with it…again! ‘AHAHAHA!!! Go peel a grape, Grim Reaper! How do ya like me NOW?! HAH!’ Cheated death once more. Smug and full of personal ‘I-can-do-anything’ piss and vinegar, I gave it not another thought, D-e-a-t-h would have to wait until…

later. Lucky for me, it has not recently come knocking for ME. It has been too busy collecting people around me, instead. Good, wonderful friends and relations. I feel worse, even angry, about it when I realize that it seems an AWFUL LOT of ‘bad people’ with true evil in their hearts are slipping past the Reaper man’s radar!



Illustration: Death Depicted as the Grim Reape...

Illustration: Death Depicted as the Grim Reaper on Top of the World from The Raven (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s just so hard to accept that good people must be called ahead of the most evil. They certainly don’t work it like that down at the DMV.

I thank the powers-that-be when I awake to see each new day. I thank God for the gift of the magic in coffee beans, my old doggy also here for another day, the family of birds in a nest on the patio, my wonderful man, and my beautiful daughters and my grands, Mom, my sister, good friends, and good health…etc. I am grateful for another day of all that makes life special in my little universe.

But, to take for granted that there will be a tomorrow, we just cannot, simply MUST NOT do!



My flirtations with death have been, at times, like a courtship…I would play close to the edge of sure catastrophe, as a lover plays hard-to-get…just when the Reaper reached out to snag me up in his gnarled and pale fingers, to give me the fatal kiss, I’d slip through his grasp, taunting and laughing at my victory over him…and he tries again and again. He knows it is just a matter of WHEN, not if, he will ultimately claim the game and the victory for my soul.

Now as I peer back, no longer full of smug satisfaction…I think I was spared death on so many occasions, just to be allowed the privilege and opportunity to wear my devout Mama’s shoes…see how they ‘fit.’  Yes, certainly these shoes are a bit tight, unsteady at the heel, and downright uncomfortable as I attempt to trod along now.

Now I am the one filled with worry and prayerful hope that Almighty God would mercifully keep a protective hand over them and keep all harm from evil at bay, for all matters which pertain to those cherished ones I hold dear in my personal and very special universe.

So…what are my feelings about…tomorrow? If by chance it should start without me?   


STAY TUNED FOR THE ANSWER in “If I Died Today”  –Peace – Part 2

.©2014, C.S. Thompson.

CJ Freefallin'

CJ Freefallin’     —  2000





A Change Of Plans

Posted in Children, Faith, Family, Friendship, Future, Grandchild, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Inspiration, Kindness, Life, Loss, Love, Parenting, Philosophy, Relationships, Special Needs, Wisdom with tags , on May 20, 2014 by Morguie

As we recently revealed, CJ has a special needs grandbaby, affectionately known as “Noodle.” His mama, Holly, called him that very early on…because he seemed a bit awkward and floppy due to being unable to hold his head up. This was long before we were aware he had Cerebral Palsy, (CP for short) or the serious epilepsy of Lennox-Gastaut Syndrome (LGS).

Anyway, as some of you are aware by reading, CJ’s post dedicated to Holly for Mother’s Day, CJ struggled very much with the diagnosis and prognosis given for Noodle. It was shortly after we were given this devastating news that Holly was able to find a profound essay explaining the sort of disappointment we were experiencing.

We found a beautiful YouTube clip of the essay to share with you. We hope it touches you like it did us. We also hope that it helps enlighten you, too, to the similar plights and feelings of others you may know who have a special needs child…because it is a tough adjustment to make mentally, emotionally, and in every other way life will be affected, from the start.

When a baby is coming, there are so many wonderful plans, hopes, and dreams for him or her. The story in the clip tries to convey what goes on when one is forced to accept that those wonderful plans will never play out the way one had hoped.  The essay was written by a mother of a Down’s Syndrome baby. She wrote in a way that helped us to accept what is.

It helped CJ to see it at the time, although it still doesn’t take away the sadness of the disappointment she continues to feel for little Noodle. CJ admires her daughter Holly’s strength and ability to reach acceptance and handle this load remarkably well…especially since CJ herself doubts how she would have been able to, given the situation.

CJ just feels immensely grateful that Noodle (Nate) is here to love and cherish, for he has in his own way taught her much about love and acceptance of the bad with the good in life. Thank you, Noodle. Happiest 3rd Birthday, Sweetheart!

©2014, C.S. Thompson.



“Noodle” on his 3rd Birthday



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Happy Mother’s Day–Dedication to My Daughter, Holly

Posted in Death, Faith, Family, Future, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Inspiration, Insurance, Kindness, Life, Loss, Love, Mourning, Parenting, Philosophy, Relationships, Thought For Today, Wisdom with tags , , , , , , on May 11, 2014 by Morguie
JJ, Noodle, Harley and Holly  Christmas 2013

JJ, Noodle, Harley and Holly Christmas 2013


Taken days after we were advised of Baby Noodle’s medical conditions and prognosis, MAR 2012

Happiest Mother’s Day to all who are moms, or have been like a mom to a child.  I am dedicating this post to my daughter, Holly. She is a mom with so much strength and love! Holly is my first-born baby girl. She was (still is, actually) affectionately called “Holly Dolly” by everyone as a baby. She makes this mom so proud! I have to tell you why she really is so great in this mother’s eyes — Holly is mom to 2 boys… Justin, whom we call “JJ”, and Nate, better known as “Noodle.”

JJ is a kindergartener. He is such an angelic boy, and a real hit with the ladies. ALL the ladies. He is 6 going on 22 where flirting with the women is concerned! 😉 He is going to be a heartbreaker, I think.

Little Nate, our ‘Noodle,’ is a charmer, too. He is just too cute and cuddly. He is extra special, little Noodle.


I, better known as “Grammie,” got to be there in the delivery room with mom and dad as mom gave birth. He is almost 3 now. Grammie won’t lie…the birthing process seemed to be going well. But then…Noodle started having trouble getting out. I took one hand and Holly’s hubby, Harley, had her other and we all worked to push, push, push Nate through. The doctor seemed to be moving in slow-motion as the baby’s head remained firmly stuck in the canal…I felt my heart jump…I was afraid. Then after several long seconds, very long seconds, the head came but it took another 90 seconds to get the first shoulder out right behind. Then, finally, the baby was out. But he wasn’t moving. He didn’t cry. They rushed him to the bassinette and a nursing team went into action, an ambu bag employed to suction him. Someone radioed down for a specialist to assist…after a few moments, as I turned to face the corner to pray and beg God for a good sign, the baby sputtered and choked out a cry. They rushed him away to put him in the nursery in an oxygenated incubator. All seemed to turn out okay. Sort of.


Months passed, and Noodle seemed to be a colicky boy. He flailed his arms and legs most of the waking hours. Then he started exhibiting signs he had a seizure problem. He was taken several times to the Emergency Room at the hospital, when he’d have seizure-type events. My daughter was terrified. We all became worried when he didn’t make any progress with the normal milestones…not sitting…couldn’t even roll over or hold his head up. Her pediatrician insisted he was fine. But he certainly wasn’t. It took months of red-tape and ball-dropping on the part of the medical insurance and referral people who refused to realize he needed to be seen STAT, by a neurology doctor.


After five months, a consult with a specialist down in Los Angeles, finally came. What was only going to be a consultation turned into the worst nightmare. The neuro doctor, who is a teaching specialist for the Adventist healthcare system (read a superior professional in his field), told us they needed the baby to be admitted immediately. He was going to have to run a battery of tests and MRIs and scans, etc.


My daughter fell to pieces with terrible worry and angst. I was so worried but tried to encourage her and support her through this awful day.     It threw a real kink in life. She had to call her husband…his work gave him a lot of shit about trying to get the day off to come down to L.A. to be with Holly and I while we waited through the night in the infant intensive care unit. He was able to come. The two of them tried to get a little sleep in their car.  It was two days later when the doctor called and requested for us to come for an extremely important conference, to learn about the baby’s condition. The three of us were terrified. Holly, and Harley and I went in. This ‘conference’ was major. There was a full medical team of probably 6 or 8 specialists and other support personnel there.

The neuro doctor began to tell us what would become the most difficult news ever. Noodle had a catastrophic and incurable, serious problem…the doctor ran through his monologue. I sat stunned. I was experiencing utter disbelief. Shock? My heart shattered. The seizures were actually infantile spasms. They discovered he also had cerebral palsy plus a rare and life-threatening type of epilepsy…the very worst kind. This was due to a malformation of the underlying structure of the brain which holds the 2 halves of the brain together…the corpus callosum; actually it was almost non-existent. It is responsible for connecting and enabling the right and left brain to coordinate and communicate, etc. The doctor was pretty upset that my daughter’s pediatrician and insurance put off and seriously delayed urgently needed attention…the five months she had struggled to get the referral was inexcusable; he even hand wrote letters to that effect. .


He said he doubted that it would have changed the outcome, however. This part of the brain was affected in utero…around 5 months’ gestation. It wasn’t genetic. Not metabolic in origin. They just didn’t know how or why. My daughter took perfect care during pregnancy. Wouldn’t take caffeine, tylenol. Nothing. Yet…there are people who use drugs, smoke crack, and indulge in alcohol and cigarettes…why are their babies okay? It isn’t fair.   But, at this medical conference, the words that spilled from this neuro doc seemed to all be very dismal, terrible, and negative. He said the baby would be severely disabled…forever.  Probably never walk. Not talk. Not be able to be a normal little boy at all. He would forever be like this.  He would start receiving 3 or 4 different types of therapies. He would have to be given medications which would damage his already  poor eyesight. Perhaps leave him blind. He would need intensive medical attention from now on. He would need to have surgeries. He has as much as a 30% chance of dying before he turns 10 years old. I fell apart. The kids looked glazed over. They were trying to take it all in. I think they were in shock. There were specialists now in charge of coordinating his care. I asked the social worker and the counselor if there was anyway they could help find a way to accommodate my daughter and her husband…they had no money for hotel. The hospital, White Memorial, was superb in immediately providing them on-campus boarding and food.


I asked if there was ANY positive to this whole prognosis. The doctor was pretty straight-forward and honest with us. This was going to be a life-altering situation for the kids and JJ. When the conference was over, we all left to go into the waiting area until the baby was released. We cried. We were numb.


Then, I went home alone; a 75-mile trip, full of utter despair and non-stop tears. I was angry at God. Wait…I decided there wasn’t a God. I went home and told my man the horrible revelation.  I sobbed like I never sobbed in my life. I screamed and hit things, telling God how awful I thought this was of Him to allow to happen to this innocent, beautiful baby boy. I begged God to allow me trade places with my precious Noodle. I’ve lived my life. I had no need for more. I couldn’t lift a burden this onerous from my poor child…I could not remove this suffering and pain from her and Harley. I decided no God would allow such an aberration. Why!? I demanded and prayed and begged for an answer. I needed to understand WHY this was happening. I needed an answer and a good goddamned reason for this. I cried for three solid days. I cannot tell you how painful that week was…emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I wanted to stop breathing. I wanted that baby to have my life. He deserved nothing less than a chance to be a normal little boy. He’d done nothing to deserve this! The burden remains in my heart…the depression…the true grief of this. The joy had been extinguished from life as far as I was concerned.



My daughter is so special. She has had so much to bear. Terrible angst and many, many trips in ambulances for seizures that got worse. The multiple therapies and appointments. Yet, she managed somehow to stay with her University of Phoenix coursework to become a teacher.  She will graduate, getting her Bachelor’s degree June 14.


She is selfless and completely focused on those kids and her husband. They have only really begun life at 26 years of age. And this. Forever a world different from any they had planned to make as a family. Yet the love is abundant. They have mastered the art of handling this. I cannot tell you in any words…the pride. I so admire them both for their ability to make it through these storms and keep  upbeat attitudes; that all will be okay, somehow. So much love between them.That’s my  little girl…so hard to believe. Awesome. Happiest Mother’s Day, Holly Dolly. Mommy loves you so much! You are my hero. You amaze me. God Bless them. And every other family who has so much adversity to address in life. You are beautiful. And…utterly, completely AMAZING.

God, please, if there might be a spare miracle floating around? Would you remember to think of Nate? In the meantime, I’ll hang desperately to my hope. No one can take that away from me. After all, anything is possible, right God? And God…thanks. Thanks for letting us have our beautiful Nate. We are so grateful to have him in our lives. We are learning a lot from him.     ©2014, C.S. Thompson.

My Oldest Daughter, Holly and her sons--- Baby Nate and Justin 2012

My Oldest Daughter, Holly
and her sons— Baby Nate and Justin

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