All in Love
I understand that this title seems contradictory... possibly phony... or maybe coming from someone who is not processing their actual feelings about death... but I beg of you to give me a chance to explain.
Because I have a story to share with you. Actually a few stories. They are painful and intense, so if you are at all squeamish you may want to pass on this one (although I am pleading that you don't).
Every mother has a catch phrase that she tells her kids from time to time. My mom’s was “You’re my favorite, but don’t tell the other kids”. Of course she did this to all of us- more times than not right in front of my other siblings- but it still made us feel special. I have found my own recently. From the time my boys were small I have told them that I loved them “with all of my heart”. I never thought anything of it, never thought that they would remember me by this, until my four year old recently developed this wonderful game out of it.
