Posted on 01/09/2010 2:39:43 PM PST by freedomyes
Carolyn was my mother’s mother.
She came to live with us when I was but a child. In fact, I don’t recall exactly when life was without Carolyn.
She made the best raisin-filled cookies. I mean the best. They were plump and the raisins were juicy. There was no skimping when Grandma made cookies. The whole house smelled of newly baked surprises when Grandma set her hands and heart to it.
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The same thing that happened to Grandma, happened to my father when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer.
Dad didn’t gossip, but he got pretty mean when he was drunk. After he got cancer he found AA and God. For seven years I got my daddy back, then the cancer took him. He hadn’t been around in spirit for many years previously.
Thank you God, for the gift of cancer. I prayed and prayed that you would save my dad - it took me many more years to realize that you did.
touchingly precious.....
thank you!
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