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Tierney's avatar

I love this post so much. I am legendary in my family--not in a laudable way--for my sensitivity. There is a story they trot out and trade around about me bursting into tears about a dead deer that turned out to be a bag of trash in a ditch.

I never lost that intensity, but I was always apologizing for it. Last year, someone reframed it as a superpower. And oh my goodness! am I drawing on it now, as my mom's earth-time dwindles to days. I am not afraid to feel the pain of this separation. It only shows how deeply Mom is loved. And I am going to make art out of these incredible, break-your-heart-beautiful final moments with her. Thank you, Suleika and Holly.

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I still love my Teddy. I don't know where who Teddy came to me. Teddy was a comfort, a friend, and a source of love after my mother was gone. Then I got the Measles, and threw up on Teddy. I looked out my window and Teddy was hanging up on the clothe line by the ears. That is what I remember about Teddy. When I opened a learning Center in Brooklyn (one of the first-a point of pride) I had little cash, was on unemployment, and no window dressing. I bought another Teddy this one was dressed up like Teddy Roosevelt. I had big sheets of paper and wrote a note to families, Introducing myself as a Dr. a doctor of Education. This was unique for 1983- and probably today-so bold and improvised. That Teddy is still with me-- a little worn- like my life-but still here. Sorry no picture- I totally love Teddy's and basically most creatures as we are family.. cliche.

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