Phyllis Primrose : November 30, 2023

Thirty-five years ago, on the date of November 29, my mother went into the hospital, never to come home again, at least not on Earth. She would die December 11. At that time, we were living in California while Rob studied in the language school for the Military. We had only been married six months and had decided to try to get pregnant. My parents were planning to visit us that December for Christmas.  I was so excited for the opportunity to tell my mom that her baby would soon have a baby of her own. I never got the chance to inform her. I did conceive in February of 1989 and on the very date my mom went into the hospital the previous year, I gave birth to our first child, a beautiful girl who shares my mother's middle name and has so many features of my mother. What was so tragic for me one year became my first of 3 greatest joys the following year. Never doubt that God can take your greatest sorrow and turn it into joy.