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Dear Sandy, I'm trying to catch up with the mail and have just finished your letter. The tears are streaming from my eyes and down my face. I can feel your emotion, your frustration, your needs, especially your love for your parents. In one way or another, you have spoken for all of us of someone older or younger who is, if we are fortunate enough, in our lives. How sad it is for all of us that medications, wellness and cures are in the political-religious arena instead of in the humanitarian hand. How sad it is that as a nation we can see what's wrong everywhere else except right in the collective heart. We have become a dollars and cents commodity. We do not produce a profit! I cannot send you answers, but I can send you love, caring and friendship. May you find strength in knowing that you are not alone and that we are all beside you. E of the headdress At 10:15 PM 12/3/2000 -0800, you wrote: >Hello My plwp family, > >I had a visit from my mother today. My mother and dad are really special >people and I love them dearly. My Mama and I had a really good visit. I >had taken my laundry over to my parents yesterday. I came home before I >finished all of my laundry. Just like a loving and caring mother would do, >Mama finished my laundry and brought it by my place today. I asked her not >to do it; but she did it anyway. Besides God and plwp, my parents are my >caregivers. One small sentence that my Mama spoke to me today had such a >powerful effect on me. Mama spoke, "Sandra I want to apologize for not >getting over to visit you anymore than I have since you have moved into >Conover." Of course I just looked at her with such love and told her "It's >okay Mama." We had ourselves a good Mama and daughter visit. She could >tell by looking at me that I was dealing with some pain. She did not harp >or fret. We just held hands. When she left today I made my way toward the >washroom for my third hot bath today. After running my tub with the hottest >water that I could stand, I lowered myself into the tub. I still had not >realized how much my Mama's one sentence had effected me. When the warmth >from the water began to ease and lift some of the pain, it was as if God had >reached down Himself and took me into his arms and gently tried to soothe my >hurts and pain. I began to cry. Then I began to weep. > >