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Sometimes you wonder if people would even miss you if you were to be wiped away like pollen from a blade of grass after a rain storm. Gone in an instant. Forgotten in a shortly followed moment.

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Friday, August 22, 2014

Everybody is familiar with that scene. The scene in the Notebook when Noah rekindles Allies long forgotten memories of him and they embrace for a short moment in a serene dance. It is a scene of power and a scene of hope. Allie had severe Alzheimer’s, she did not remember her children, herself, or Noah her best friend and soul mate. Allie’s doctors swore that although unfortunate for Noah, Allie would never be able to remember. Despite the degree earned words flowing from several different doctor’s mouths and despite all expectation of no recovery, Noah had hope, faith, and trust in God. Never did I think that faith would be so heavily rewarded, but just as Noah’s faith is rewarded by Allies short moment of re-kindle-ment, my new found faith was rewarded by a night with my mother. Not a typical night of fighting and of me playing the parent role for her broken and brain damaged mind, but a night like the ones we use to have. It was a night like when I was five and wanted nothing more than to hang out with my mother. It was a night where we talked not against but with each other. It was a night  where I didn’t have to try because it was easy to connect and sympathize with her. It was a night that despite all our hate towards each other we mutually felt that there was love intertwined in our words. It was a night that had not happened in years, a night that we told one another that we did in fact love and care about each other. It was a night of faith.

    -Jacqueline Harrington


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