More and more of us know someone who has a hyphen. A friend, a sibling, a colleague and the hardest hyphen of all… a parent.
Today is one of my hyphen days…
8/3/1937 - 5/6/2016
The hyphen is everyday of our lives. A hyphen is bookended by our arrival and our departure.
If you are reading this you have only arrived. You are still working on your hyphen. A hyphen might look like a straight line dangling in the middle.
Oh, buts it’s more than that! It’s really that long and winding road Sir Paul sings about. It’s love, it’s struggle, it’s wins and it is losses.
You make that hyphen. That hyphen is all you and when you put your departure date up your story is told.
Hyphen!
Today I celebrate the arrival date of my Ma, Cecilia Marie Zoellner Shepley.
I think of the hyphen she created and the grief I felt on the departure. I don’t grieve any longer because I see my mom often. I’m sure she’ll stop by today and let me rest my forehead on hers.
Happy birthday Ma…. I’m still working on my hyphen so you’ll have to wait for my departure a little longer.
It will be heavenly when we celebrate together again….
….and thanks for keeping an eye on the Shepkids for me.
