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This week was my grandmothers birthday...
The woman who created us was born into a family that would, just fifteen years later, in the name of wanting what was best for everyone, betray her in a way that changed the world for all of us...
Last week was my mothers birthday and I imagine that having the two events so close together was and perhaps still is something my grandmother struggled with...
I sent her flowers, being careful not to include lilies as the evoke a terrible memory for her that she hasn't shared with me, and doesn't need to.
So I was a face book spectator of this family celebration, smiling cousins, grandchildren and now a great grand child climbing over her tiny frame in each picture...
They are happy. Whole.
And I love them from 3000 miles and 25 years away because in the corner of a picture that no one else would notice, sat my flowers and the card on her favorite table by her window that looks out onto the ocean...
Happy Birthday to the women whose suffering and sacrifices made mine less so...
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