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Illness - Encephalitis

My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot

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Birthday Cake with Happy Birthday Candles

We all naturally think a birthday marks that special day a person was born. But I like to say I’m one who had three birthdays. The first of all three was when I popped out of my mommies tummy fifty-one years ago. (1*) Yep. Good ol’ April Fools day. Continue reading “My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot” →

Songs

Because You Love Me – Song #4

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Have you ever cried the first time you heard a song, or as that saying goes ‘balled your head off’?  I sure have. One certain song called Because You Loved Me, by Celine Dion, sure did that to me. Still to this day it dampens my eyes. 

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All Alone In a Crowd

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brainpuzzleillo-workedSometimes I don’t make sense to myself. I take that back. Quite often I don’t make sense to myself. For instance, one day I can’t wait to be with a crowd of people from church, at some party, and the like. But other times, sorry but I’d rather be by myself.

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Illness - Encephalitis

My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot

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Bday cake

We all naturally think a birthday marks that special day a person was born. But I like to say I’m one who had three birthdays. The first of all three was when I popped out of my mommies tummy fifty years ago. (1*) Yep. Good ol’ April Fools day. Continue reading “My Third Birthday and a Blank Spot” →

Hand on door knob I Live Here? (Part 2)
Illness - Encephalitis

I Live Here? (Part 2)

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As Chris began opening that door, I asked again, but this time just to myself, “I live here?”

That was the last sentence of my last post about the first time visiting my home while staying in the hospital. That illness called encephalitis affected my memory big time, keeping me from remembering anything about that sweet little apartment my husband, myself, and our two young daughters called home. (1*) Continue reading “I Live Here? (Part 2)” →