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Today is my day of rest.
Today is Mother’s Day.
Today is the day my Mother died.
A year ago on this day, my mom finally succumbed to the ultimate rest after a long battle with pancreatic cancer.
There were times, during the exhaustion of those days, I didn’t know if I’d survive.
My mom was dying; but I knew it would kill her if I went first. Sometimes I was so weak I could hardly stand. My heart was skipping beats, as if it too had to stop and catch its breath – as if it had become incapable of keeping pace with the busy life of attending to someone who was dying.
It’s hard to believe it’s been a year:
What Did I Accomplish Today to Be a Writer?
I probably did Day 133 of the 100 Words a Day Writing Challenge 2024 through L.A. Writers’ Lab. This is pre-posted, so I can’t say for sure.
What I’m Doing as Chief Operating Officer of My Writing Business to Move Forward
This is the final week in my planning phase. After this seven day stretch it will be time to work the plan.
Thanks for reading what I’m writing,
Jody Susan
Looking back at these posts, it looks like I’d finally clued into the fact that I was overdoing these updates and spinning my wheels by including too many sentences. Included in number thirty-five is one of my favorite stories about my mom:
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