” …writing was a far more powerful tool for healing than anyone had ever imagined.” ~ James W Pennebaker
My mother, father and I sat outside in the sunshine. I watched my mother deeply inhale the beauty of the day remarking how much she appreciated the opportunity to be outdoors. Meanwhile, a woman approached and sat on the bench beside my Dad.
“Mom,” I said, “let me know when you are ready to go indoors, I’ll take you in. Dad, if you’d like, you can stay here. I’ll meet you right back here in a little bit.”
“Ok,” he responded.
When she indicated she was ready, my mom said goodbye to my Dad and they parted. But not without three last kisses. “Awwww,” isn’t that nice!” said the woman sitting next to my dad, “it’s important to get that one last kiss in, isn’t it?”
“Yep, she’s my wife of 70 years, my dad said. “Really?” the woman asked. “Yes, really,” I said. My mom and I headed indoors.
When I returned, my Dad and the woman were engaged in a conversation, and as they spoke she wrote in a journal. “Your dad’s been telling me his story, the woman said. I am writing about the lovely couple I met here today, your Mom and Dad.
Our conversation led to her telling me about brain surgery and how it’s done her a world of good to write as a way of dealing with what she’d been through. The woman looked hale and hearty, and never would I have expected to learn all she told me about her medical past.
We agreed that stories of love, loss, challenge and survival are all important. They give other people hope. Thats why I wrote a memoir.
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