On New Years Eve that same year, she was hit by a car in a Pedestrian verses vehicle accident. She lay in a coma for approximately four months, then woke up with the knowledge that she was divorced and had seven children, and completely "crippled". During that time, she began a several year journey into healing. For most of us that healing would mean in a physical sense, and I believe for her in the beginning this is what she sought first also.

But as time went on it was clear that this is when she began her Spiritual healing Journey. She managed the next few years with several of her children. I was one of them and speaking for myself, I was not particularly easy on her. She managed with a smile and telephone. And with the help of many friends she began to believe in herself again and sought training for a job which she obtained at McKesson Wine & Spirits as a Message Center Operator and Credit Transaction Clerk. She worked there for 11 years. :)

Mom mainly lived with the philosophy of "One Day at a Time", making friends and sharing her energy with many people. She was loving, and she was loved.

My Mother was diagnosed with terminal Leukemia. Her diagnosis came in the summer of ‘95, but I wasn't told she was terminal until September 22, 1995. We began "The Battle" then, vowing to fight this dark enemy attacking her blood cells. She became a Warrior and I her trusted Soldier. A gallant Warrior she always was, as I rode a Roller coaster of Emotional Trauma. As I carried her through the physical challenges of dying, her love carried me through most of the darkness; God did the rest.

As she faded away, she passed on her energy to me; for it was through her energy I carried the shield and the armor before us, to shield the phantom we call death. Sitting and watching her fade away, brought me closer to her energy. At times I had no time for me, nor did I require any. For she was my sun, my moon, my warm day in June.

She gave me more richness through her love than anyone can ever taxate. I laugh as I think of Donald Trump, the poor man living on the other side of the tracks, always beating off the IRS. Oh if they ever found a way to taxate love, I surely am over due for a major Audit.

I was guarding the gate on the eighth of that fateful October night, when someone came up and hit me in the head at 4:00 a.m.. The blunt force rendered me unconscious for fifty minutes. Cleverly, she slipped past the guarded gate. Hazily I opened my eyes at 4:50 am, and I could swear I saw her dancing with Angels, wearing the most beautiful smile. She planned her escape, for I can feel that she would not let go until I was away from the guarded gate. At times I feel I should be court-martialed for leaving the gate unattended, and then I remember her smile.

This morning I woke up and wrote the
following to share with you....

The star is out but not the moon,
it twinkles as if to say hello.
The sky lights contrasted
by seemingly gray clouds...
That lighten to orange,
then pink,
then white
as this new day begins.

I've loved you from the
beginning of forever
for reasons only you can provide.

You are my sun,
my moon,
my bright day in June.

There could not have been
a better Mother for me,
nor any better circumstances.

You've taught me how to smile,
in the face of pain.
How to be free,
in the chains of misery.
How to hold my head high
while being beaten
how to laugh at a joke or two.

You've taught me how to love
and to be loved,
how to want and to be wanted,
to live within the boundaries of man
and to feel the need for warmth and cry.

Life will go on now,
but not without you.
You will always be a part of me.
I'll breathe the air
you bred me to,
I'll drink the water
and eat the bread
that sustains me.

And all the while
I'll hold you closer
and closer to my heart.
For it was you who gallantly
gave me my start.

I will not leave
until I complete
the journey you
provided for me.
I will let you see every
smile I make and every tear
I shed along the way ,
and every smile I wear
I'll wear with the memory of you.

((((Family hug))))

Jeannie Cann


Next you'll Meet My
Mothers Side of the family

Momma and her twin sister.

Ditto

My Grandmother

A nice family gathering!