holding her hand – pulling her

Do you ever just want to pull someone through something horrific?

To just lead them to the higher ground that is supposedly safest?

From the outside, I see my mother in all her finery and love – the spirit inside that is slowly being snuffed out through innuendo and her seeming “old age”.

Come on Mom! Follow me! There is love and light – a whole new life waiting for you! Learn to think differently and LIVE!

Her hands – bent with arthritis but with a touch of love.

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