I will never forget Mother's day of 2001. My grandmother, who raised me and my brother and sister, had died just a couple of months before, suddenly, from a massive heart attack. We were still trying to have a baby with no success and I was becoming more and more disheartened with each and every month of trying. I clearly remember sitting in church on that Sunday feeling particularly down in the dumps. The pastor of the church we were attending was doing the typical Mother's day type stuff, asking the oldest mother to stand, the youngest mother to stand....the newest mother to stand....any...
More..Lynn Sinclair
Smithfield, Virginia US
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