Gestures of Love

I could dedicate a blog entirely to the kindness bestowed on our family these last few years. But Miss Mollie O'Hara, this post is dedicated to you.

Mollie is the daughter of one of my mother's Talbot Group counselors. When my mother first underwent chemotherapy, Mollie donated her hair to Locks of Love in honor of her. Mind you, she's never met my mother, and was 12, maybe 13 at the time. A few weeks ago, Mollie sent a letter to my mother with two drawings she did herself, citing that "one is for quiet times, and the other for happy times."

Mollie, I hope you don't mind me sharing your drawings and letter. They're too amazing not to. She wrote:

I have never even met you, but I love you because what you have done for yourself, my mom, and your company. You are in my prayers. It takes a lot of courage to do what you have been doing and I am proud to say that I have even an acknowledgement of who you are. I'm sorry I could not come visit you in hospice, but I guess it's not my fault that I'm not 18 yet. The best I could do was make you these pictures and send this letter to you. I hope it has made your day a little brighter, because that was my goal.

Well mission accomplished Mollie. You made not only my mother's day a little brighter, you make every day a LOT brighter because we have your pictures to admire.

This is one young lady who is destined to do incredible things.

And speaking of impressive pieces of creativity, an honorable mention is due for my Aunt Coco. Mom had mentioned that she has a hard time keeping things in reach and organized on her bedside tables, which is nothing new. It has taken a village to come to a halfway decent solution. First it was containers to keep everything gathered in, but those made the table to heavy for Mom to role. Then we tried little upright organizers with little slots, but still too heavy. Of late, we've had success with that rubbery gripper stuff cut to the size of the tables, so at least loose things don't slip off the table easily. But today, ah HA! Look what arrived...

It's a tool belt, covered in words that might come to mind when thinking of Mom. It's tied around the bedside table, and already holding purell, pens, remotes, kleenex, you name it.

A+ for creativity.