When your mother dies, I suspect the world changes completely.
Ann Coulter's mother died last week. Regardless of what you may think of her,
she writes a wonderful eulogy.
I've told my husband and kids, when I die they are to have a great party and tell all the stories about my flubs, goofs, and gaffs. And they are to make bloody certain no one begins to speak in hushed tones about my sweetness and love for the whole world. I'm a cantankerous old bag much of the time who has unexplainable bursts of kindness.
The world and those who inhabit it are theoretical in many ways. I pray those big, general prayers for that theory, but my heartfelt ones are for those I know. I pray earnestly for my family, my friends and even for my readers. Many of you have shared that my writing has helped in the hard times. I can't think of any better reward for what I do.
Okay, I know I'm behind schedule and you want another installment. On to work. Mush button "off."
Take care--Susan Kaye
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Susan, I just clicked on the link and read that. Cried my eyes out, of course. When I read what she said about how her mother's face looked like home, I could completely relate. That would have been the perfect description of my mom also.
Have a super weekend!
@The_Shambleyqueen - Her words were so sweet, and when you know how brusk, to-the-point, and downright critical Ann Coulter can be, it makes you know the genuineness of what she said. In the same way she is sharp and relentless about political things, she was as relentless in her love for her mother.
Thanks for stopping by Staci.