Now THIS is why I love blogging:
Stories like this. It’s a five-part story (keep clicking forward).
Fantastic. I’m still a bit blown away – what a roller-coaster ride. The ending totally took me by surprise. Breathtaking.
Now THIS is why I love blogging:
Stories like this. It’s a five-part story (keep clicking forward).
Fantastic. I’m still a bit blown away – what a roller-coaster ride. The ending totally took me by surprise. Breathtaking.
:sob:
When my uncle was in the AIDS hospice, the one memory sheared into my memory is my big, burly, boiler-maker grandfather tenderly spooning ice chips through my uncle’s shriveled lips, and my grandmother rubbing lotion on his skin to help with the dryness, just like when he was a baby.
Neither one wearing gloves, or the hazmat-esque outfits the nursing staff insisted on wearing (this was 1988), just two parents caring for their dying child the only way they knew how.
Lisa – Argh. Tears in public!!!
One of the best Blogs on the freaking net. I love Joe.
Love him.
That is one hell of a story, and a wonderfully written one at that. The emotional payoff at the end is something that came completely out of left field.
Sheila, thanks very much for your kind words about The Mommy Box.
I’m humbled.
Joe Jervis