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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I’d like to acknowledge the inspiration for this short book, my mother. When I learned she had terminal cancer, I was truly saddened. Our relationship over my lifetime was distant at times for varied reasons, but as my family grew, I came to realize and understand more clearly the difficulties she suffered. This common ground rekindled and nurtured our bond. It blossomed with her doting on her grandsons, sharing traditions, and being a loving grandmother. Now she was dying. My desire was to recount joyful childhood experiences as a small, yet inadequate gesture of appreciation. I wrote one each month, contained within a letter
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
I’d like to acknowledge the inspiration for this short book, my mother. When I learned she had terminal cancer, I was truly saddened. Our relationship over my lifetime was distant at times for varied reasons, but as my family grew, I came to realize and understand more clearly the difficulties she suffered. This common ground rekindled and nurtured our bond. It blossomed with her doting on her grandsons, sharing traditions, and being a loving grandmother. Now she was dying. My desire was to recount joyful childhood experiences as a small, yet inadequate gesture of appreciation. I wrote one each month, contained within a letter