OT -- The Gift

Hi Hello Bonjour,

I'll just get right to the point.

My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old.
There were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the
oldest was 12.

They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
in the hospital right after I was born.

The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it
turned out, they didn't.

Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
soon. Sitting, holding her children.

What is the gift?

Every moment is precious.

Every.

Moment.

Is.

Precious.

Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.

Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.

With great love and cheer,
Marvin

--
I don't smoke. I smell like bread. Life is Good.

Well I sure would enjoy more of that story.
But, 'till then, thanks for the reminder.

Wonderful story Marv.
Thanks.
Fred


On Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:16:47 -0500, Marvin The Paranoid Android
<marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com> wrote:

>Hi Hello Bonjour,
>
>I'll just get right to the point.
>
>My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old.
>There were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the
>oldest was 12.
>
>They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
>in the hospital right after I was born.
>
>The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it
>turned out, they didn't.
>
>Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
>soon. Sitting, holding her children.
>
>What is the gift?
>
>Every moment is precious.
>
>Every.
>
>Moment.
>
>Is.
>
>Precious.
>
>Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.
>
>Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.
>
>With great love and cheer,
>Marvin

Thanks for sharing, Marvin.

That sure gets me thinking about what a gift
is when I call my 87 y/o mother this eve.

Thanks Marvin

jacks


"Marvin The Paranoid Android" <marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com> wrote in
message news:479e0093$0$2597$ec3e2dad@unlimited.usenetmons ter.com...
> Hi Hello Bonjour,
>
> I'll just get right to the point.
>
> My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old. There
> were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the oldest
> was 12.
>
> They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
> in the hospital right after I was born.
>
> The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it turned
> out, they didn't.
>
> Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
> soon. Sitting, holding her children.
>
> What is the gift?
>
> Every moment is precious.
>
> Every.
>
> Moment.
>
> Is.
>
> Precious.
>
> Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.
>
> Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.
>
> With great love and cheer,
> Marvin
>
> --
> I don't smoke. I smell like bread. Life is Good.

Marvin The Paranoid Android wrote:
> Hi Hello Bonjour,
>
> I'll just get right to the point.
>
> My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old.
> There were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the
> oldest was 12.
>
> They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
> in the hospital right after I was born.
>
> The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it
> turned out, they didn't.
>
> Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
> soon. Sitting, holding her children.
>
> What is the gift?
>
> Every moment is precious.
>
> Every.
>
> Moment.
>
> Is.
>
> Precious.
>
> Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.
>
> Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.
>
> With great love and cheer,
> Marvin
>
Thank you Marvin for sharing that.
ConcordPhil

In article <479e0093$0$2597$ec3e2dad@unlimited.usenetmonster. com>,
marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com says...
> Hi Hello Bonjour,
>
> I'll just get right to the point.
>
> My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old.
> There were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the
> oldest was 12.
>
> They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
> in the hospital right after I was born.
>
> The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it
> turned out, they didn't.
>
> Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
> soon. Sitting, holding her children.
>
> What is the gift?
>
> Every moment is precious.
>
> Every.
>
> Moment.
>
> Is.
>
> Precious.
>
> Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.
>
> Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.
>
> With great love and cheer,
> Marvin
>
>
Hi Marvin,
My wife (Heather) and I are living that moment right now. Life truely
is precious, each moment is to be savored. If nothing else kills you
cancer will....

Dave
One year, six days, 21 hours, 14 minutes and 24 seconds. 14875
cigarettes not smoked, saving $7,437.69. Life saved: 7 weeks, 2 days, 15
hours, 35 minutes. My quit date Jan 21, 2007 8PM

I have very rarely cried over a Usenet post, but this did it. I tried
to imagine myself saying goodbye to my four young children.
I was so lucky to have had my mother, despite her drinking and
smoking, until she was 87 and I was 52.
Bless you, Marv.
Sue

On Mon, 28 Jan 2008 11:16:47 -0500, Marvin The Paranoid Android
<marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com> wrote:

>Hi Hello Bonjour,
>
>I'll just get right to the point.
>
>My Mom passed away from breast cancer in '66 when I was 3 years old.
>There were six of us -- me, an older brother and four older sisters, the
>oldest was 12.
>
>They first discovered the cancer right after I was born -- we were still
>in the hospital right after I was born.
>
>The doctor's thought that they got it all the first time, but as it
>turned out, they didn't.
>
>Imagine now if you can a 36 old mother, knowing that she is going to die
>soon. Sitting, holding her children.
>
>What is the gift?
>
>Every moment is precious.
>
>Every.
>
>Moment.
>
>Is.
>
>Precious.
>
>Thank you Mom -- I love you very much and thank you each and every day.
>
>Don't smoke. Life is precious. Every moment is precious.
>
>With great love and cheer,
>Marvin

Thank for sharing this, Marvin!

FlatironMike
Eleven months, two weeks, three days, 22 hours, 16 minutes and 52
seconds. 7038 cigarettes not smoked, saving $2,111.57. Life saved: 3
weeks, 3 days, 10 hours, 30 minutes.

Thanks Marvin,

Just thinking about that is painful for me.

My kids are my life and I thank God, I've made it this far. That is
one of my many reasons for quitting - to make sure I'm around long
enough to see my grandchildren...

thank you

Kathy

On Jan 28, 11:26*am, DavidL <Dvd...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Well I sure would enjoy more of that story.
> But, 'till then, thanks for the reminder.

More ...

My brother and sisters and I all moved in with my maternal
Grandparents. My Mom was their only child. She was our only Mom. No
one else was capable or willing to take on an instant family of 6 kids
aged 3 to 13. My Grandparents did so in order to keep us all
together. My Dad had a very bad time of it all -- my parents were
very much in Love with one another and the loss of his Love devastated
him. He eventually did manage to carry on and put things back
together again in his Life , but by then we were settled in with Nana
& Grandpa.

My Grandmother deserves a book just on her own. Tough, critical,
demanding, caring, giving -- complex.

Early in my Life I used to go thru some horrible bouts of depression
every Spring. In my early 20's, living on my own, I was experiencing
the worst of it. I needed my Mom. I rode my 10 speed to the flower
shop, bought a bunch of flowers and biked out to the cemetary to see
her. To my complete and utter surprise, it was the anniversary of
her death. The weight of the depression lifted almost instantly -- I
finally realized why I felt so lousy -- I lost my Mom. Oddly enough
the effect of losing her never really hit me until then. Once I
realized this ... it was OK. It's OK to grieve -- grief based on Love
is OK. It was like finding a connection to her and it wasn't a sad
one -- I loved her and she loved me -- very much. I have only
emotional memories of her -- I was too young I guess to have any
'physical' ones but the emotional ones are most certainly there.

In the summer, sitting on the back deck, watching the sun set, the
moment is precious.

It's been a long learning experience for me, but nothing in Life is
ever lost.

Cheers!

-- Marvin

(((((((((Marvie))))))))
"Marvin The Paranoid Android" <marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com> wrote in
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On Jan 28, 11:26 am, DavidL <Dvd...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Well I sure would enjoy more of that story.
> But, 'till then, thanks for the reminder.

More ...

My brother and sisters and I all moved in with my maternal
Grandparents. My Mom was their only child. She was our only Mom. No
one else was capable or willing to take on an instant family of 6 kids
aged 3 to 13. My Grandparents did so in order to keep us all
together. My Dad had a very bad time of it all -- my parents were
very much in Love with one another and the loss of his Love devastated
him. He eventually did manage to carry on and put things back
together again in his Life , but by then we were settled in with Nana
& Grandpa.

My Grandmother deserves a book just on her own. Tough, critical,
demanding, caring, giving -- complex.

Early in my Life I used to go thru some horrible bouts of depression
every Spring. In my early 20's, living on my own, I was experiencing
the worst of it. I needed my Mom. I rode my 10 speed to the flower
shop, bought a bunch of flowers and biked out to the cemetary to see
her. To my complete and utter surprise, it was the anniversary of
her death. The weight of the depression lifted almost instantly -- I
finally realized why I felt so lousy -- I lost my Mom. Oddly enough
the effect of losing her never really hit me until then. Once I
realized this ... it was OK. It's OK to grieve -- grief based on Love
is OK. It was like finding a connection to her and it wasn't a sad
one -- I loved her and she loved me -- very much. I have only
emotional memories of her -- I was too young I guess to have any
'physical' ones but the emotional ones are most certainly there.

In the summer, sitting on the back deck, watching the sun set, the
moment is precious.

It's been a long learning experience for me, but nothing in Life is
ever lost.

Cheers!

-- Marvin

So true, Marvin... grief based on love is okay. You were young to
learn all that though, but we all have to learn it eventually I guess.
Thanks for writing about it.

SueR