Stamp And Send Love

On Facebook,  I saw a gentle reminder of how one of the smallest Christmas traditions could be a gift and help not only brighten someones day but spark change.

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Horton Christmas Card 2008

From the mom of a close friend of mine asking for something so simple.

It read:

“My daughter’s picture of the boys has me thinking of our annual “Breakfast with Santa” at North Ridge & how much Donnie enjoyed them. There is little joy now, so we do everything we can to spark a moment of clarity or a memory. Cards sometimes help! His address: Donnie Stancil, Room 320A, Crabtree Valley Rehab Center, 3830 Blue Ridge Rd, Raleigh 27612.

Her husband, Donnie, has Parkinson’s and additional health challenges. This is the first Christmas they won’t celebrate together in “their” home.

Not sure if it was the brutal honest comment of – there’s little joy now – or the HOPE that something we could do could help change a day, a minute or a connection but I applaud her plea and will happily oblige.

Hope that all will take a moment during this busy season to send love via a stamped card, especially to families that need a little extra tenderness!

Horton Christmas Card 2009

Horton Christmas Card 2009

From all the Horton’s much love and hope this holiday!

 

 

Until there is a cure we will be the change.

 

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Four letter word……Help!

In a family of 12 you learn very quickly the meaning of the word HELP. Help your sister tie her shoe. Help drive your brother to basketball. Help your mom by doing the dishes. Sometimes you knew you were “helping” by not asking for anything – because your mom and dad may be consumed with something else. I am not a stranger to the word or concept of lending a helping hand. As a child I witnessed my dad help complete strangers. I recall hearing, “Mike, why are you late tonight?” “I helped someone who needed a lift somewhere.” “Who dad?” “Nobody I knew, just someone down on his luck.” My dad’s quiet, humbling kindness was always there and from my mom, the same. She would also throw in, after a search of something missing, “say a special prayer to St. Anthony”– the patron of lost things.

Back Bend Demonstration

Back Bend Demonstration

As a mother I witness help. Libby helping Hadley master a back bend – lesson I hear – You can do anything! Libby helping Hadley learn to read – lesson I hear – I know you are smart and capable AND worth my time. Libby teaching Hadley the rules of tennis and life – lesson I hear – I will always be here for you if you need anything . Hadley schooling us all on her made up knock knock jokes – lesson I hear – It’s important to always laugh. A recent favorite of mine… “Hadley, this is what you do if someone makes fun of dad”. (which unfortunately has happened) Lesson I hear – Siblings understanding strength and unity.

Learning a Back Bend

Learning a Back Bend

As an adult I’ve helped. I make an attempt to help families, both that I know and who are complete strangers. I volunteer my time, thoughts and resources – all of which I know I can do more and should. I am trying to being an advocate for Parkinson’s. One of the manifestations of the disease is a quiet voice and I am happy to lend mine for the cause. I try to help my own family build the tightest indestructible wall of love, that no one OR disease can break.

H E L P

But this four letter word has been haunting my soul. I am an avid reader, lately, not as much for pleasure but for research. The Michael J Fox Foundation published a Facebook post that encouraged people to “share” or comment. Most were lengthy compelling stories about life challenges and changes. I read them all but when I close my eyes at night I still see one mans response. It was four simple letters – one simple statement and if I were being completely honest, a desperate plea. It simply read “Help”.

Today I feel like asking. Help us find sanity. Help us find patience. Help us find peace and if I could channel my mother, St. Anthony, Help us find a cure!