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“Weeds flourish in the same soil as flowers and grow
twice as fast.” My mom used to say. She wasn’t a nugget
of wisdom kinda mom. But nuggets happened none the
less. Mom was born on Oct. 3rd 1925. Would have been
95 this year. I’m kinda glad she’s not here to witness 2020.
I’m really not sure what she would think. I’m afraid fear would
paralyze her. Make her do things that in youth wouldn't have
phased her. In the end, after a lifetime, small tragedies seemed
to wear her down. Death scared her. Seemed to grow in the
same soil as happiness. When her body broke down and trapped
her brilliant mind I watched her concentrate on attained skills:
Genus: Species: Characterization: Classification. On her last day,
as I moved her wheelchair through the garden, she pointed
past her lilies and said defiantly: “Weeds.”
Markle~
02Octobet2020
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