I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway. Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do. Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed. I was born in Prove, Utah.
My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died. My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life. Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump. For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.
I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.
[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Thought for today
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
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