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I CALLED HER TERRY, EVERYONE CALLED HER TERRY
SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL
SHE WAS SWEET, KIND, AND UNDERSTANDING
SHE WAS EVERYTHING A WIFE AND MOTHER COULD BE
SHE WAS THE NURSE AND TEACHER FOR OUR THREE DAUGHTERS
SHE GAVE THEM DIRECTION, PROTECTION AND UNDYING LOVE.
WE HAD 65 YEARS OF GOOD AND BAD, BUT ALWAYS WITH LOVE FOR EACH OTHER.
WHEN THINGS GOT TUFF I CALLED HER TESS.
WHEN I WAS DRIVING SHE CALLED ME , WHO KNOWS WHAT?
BUT NEXT DAY TERRY WAS OK.
I HAVE A LIFETIME OF MEMORIES TO LIVE ON FROM NOW ON.
MAY GOD WATCH OVER HER AND GIVE ME DIRECTION TO LIVE BY.
GOOD BYE MY TERRY
— DAVID BRITT
Since sharing my parents’ story of their determination to live independently in their own home, I now want to share this eulogy which was given by my father at my mother’s funeral last week. They had three wonderful months together, back in their own home, before a stroke took my mother way too soon. They should have had more. They deserved more. But we will always be grateful for those last 3 months of laughter and love. Miss you Mom
About Carol Bryant
Hi. My name is Carol Bryant. I'm a transplanted New Yorker, living in the shadows of the Rocky Mountains. While it was skiing that initially drew me to Colorado, it's been the laid-back, outdoor lifestyle which has kept me here for nearly 30 years. I'm a writer, nurse, travel agent and mediocre tennis player. I began my writing career 20 years ago, writing essays and magazine articles. Recently, I completed my first manuscript and am currently seeking representation for this work. It's a memoir of my nursing career which spans two continents, forty years and some of the most intriguing characters who have ever entered a hospital.
I’ve been told that if I ever hope to have my memoir published, I need to establish a platform – a following of readers who enjoy my writing. So, I am shamelessly asking for you to become part of that platform. I plan to blog on various topics that I find entertaining. If you are entertained, moved to cry or laugh out loud, then I have accomplished what I have set out to do.
I feel as if I am taking that first, timid step out onto the frozen lake, hoping that the ice will hold me. It’s scary as hell but I’ll give it a go. After some of the things I have faced down in my 40 years of nursing, how bad can blogging be? It beats shaving scrotums.
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Great words from a great man.
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Beautiful words, by both of you. Miss you Nana!
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