Friday, February 13, 2015
Tonight's picture was taken in February of 2009. Mattie was home in between hospital admissions and treatment. Mattie was working on creating a homemade volcano in the middle of our dining room floor. Mattie just loved it. Not only did he form and mold it but he got great joy in watching the volcano erupt. With Mattie so much play was about the process, not just about the final result. Of course the more of a mess it made, the greater the fun it seemed to him.
Quote of the day: A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others. ~ Frank Morgan
For those of you who may have looked at last night's blog and were unable to hear Mattie's voice in the attachment I posted, please feel free to go back to it. I corrected the problem! You can now hear his sweet voice.
Since Mattie died, my friend Angie, has a tradition. She sends Peter and I a sweet treat every Valentine's day. Angie and I met at Boston College. We both got graduate degrees in biology together. Angie understands loss and grief all too well and when Mattie was battling cancer, Angie would send Mattie care packages and beautiful notes and thoughtful messages. Yet despite the fact that Mattie has been gone from our lives for five years, Angie still reaches out to Peter and I. Angie's latest Valentine's day treat are See's scotchmarshmallow hearts! I told Angie these are absolutely addictive. Technically I should be sharing them with Peter, but I love them so much that I have claimed the entire dozen for myself. Chocolate is my therapy and these are fabulous little packages of love! Did I always love chocolate? The answer is YES. But the need for chocolate arose in the hospital while caring for Mattie. Under great stress, it is interesting what the body craves. I assure you it isn't a granola bar or nutritious foods. When friends came to visit us in the hospital, many times I was given chocolate treats, which fed my addiction. To this day, chocolate symbolizes many things to me such as .... care, concern, and friendship.
Tonight's picture was taken in February of 2009. Mattie was home in between hospital admissions and treatment. Mattie was working on creating a homemade volcano in the middle of our dining room floor. Mattie just loved it. Not only did he form and mold it but he got great joy in watching the volcano erupt. With Mattie so much play was about the process, not just about the final result. Of course the more of a mess it made, the greater the fun it seemed to him.
Quote of the day: A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others. ~ Frank Morgan
For those of you who may have looked at last night's blog and were unable to hear Mattie's voice in the attachment I posted, please feel free to go back to it. I corrected the problem! You can now hear his sweet voice.
Since Mattie died, my friend Angie, has a tradition. She sends Peter and I a sweet treat every Valentine's day. Angie and I met at Boston College. We both got graduate degrees in biology together. Angie understands loss and grief all too well and when Mattie was battling cancer, Angie would send Mattie care packages and beautiful notes and thoughtful messages. Yet despite the fact that Mattie has been gone from our lives for five years, Angie still reaches out to Peter and I. Angie's latest Valentine's day treat are See's scotchmarshmallow hearts! I told Angie these are absolutely addictive. Technically I should be sharing them with Peter, but I love them so much that I have claimed the entire dozen for myself. Chocolate is my therapy and these are fabulous little packages of love! Did I always love chocolate? The answer is YES. But the need for chocolate arose in the hospital while caring for Mattie. Under great stress, it is interesting what the body craves. I assure you it isn't a granola bar or nutritious foods. When friends came to visit us in the hospital, many times I was given chocolate treats, which fed my addiction. To this day, chocolate symbolizes many things to me such as .... care, concern, and friendship.
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