January 23, 2011 | Leave a Comment

There is an agreeable stuffed bunny character that sits atop a chair back directly across the living room from my Mother-In-Law’s recliner. Years ago, when my Mother-In-Law was severely ill and in the hospital, my daughter gave her this talisman of love and encouragement. Flopsy is the bunny’s name, and she faithfully gazes across the room at my Mother-In Law, K, whose home for 12 hours a day is the recliner, in which she now sits, curved from and wracked with the pain of arthritis. Next week will be her 93rd birthday, and her present condition makes me wonder if she will live to experience that grand occasion.

But, Flopsy isn’t talking. He intently gazes at my Mother-In-Law, committed to raising her spirits in any way possible.

True love is such.




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