My mother fell and fractured her pelvis.
She also had four stitches above her eye.
And a raccoon got into her chicken pen and killed one of her ladies (as she calls them).
That bothered my mom the most.
Her chicken!
And that she has to be very still for a long while.
We are not certain what the path to healing will be or look like.
I just want to go home and be by her side.
When I was 29, marrying a French man and moving to the other side of the world, I didn't consider
the long years ahead and how that move would change everything in the future.
How could I?
I was in love and trusted that love would find its way around whatever transpired.
Watching loved ones growing up, growing older, and seeing the repercussions of having a big family and the physical distance between us
is not for the faint of heart. Nor for my tender heart.
Love is tricky in how it ropes you in around caring so deeply that you will do anything you can and at the same time shows you when to let go.
Please keep my mom's firecracker personality and her need to stay still in your loving prayers.
She won't be happy that I wrote it here on my blog so please don't tell her.
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