I am a 50 something wife, mother and grandmother.
I am married to a wonderful man. He is my best friend and soul mate. If I had to dedicate a song to him it would be “Wind beneath my wings”. His support allows me to have a career.
I have one biological child – Vicky, aged 37. I have four stepchildren that I love as if they are my own. I am grandmother to eleven grandchildren. Two are biological and nine “love grands”
Vic was born with Osteogenesis Imperfecta. The original prognosis at the tender age of 18 months was that she would not survive her 12th birthday. Vic is such a brave warrior! She has fought to live and surprised all…
Dying is difficult. People do not die from pain. People do not die from the indignity of illness. They even survive doctor error. All you have to do is throw money at the problem. Somehow the doctors will find a way to keep terminally ill patients alive.
Vic stopped breathing on the 18th of January 2013. I continue to breath but I died when she stopped breathing