One Hand, One Heart
When I visited Mom this week, I wanted so badly to tell her about the new version of West Side Story. Under different circumstances, we’d have gone together to the theatre to see this new, bright, flamboyant version of this beloved musical. She would have loved it. As she taught me to. It reminded me again of all I have lost to this disease. Instead, I arrived with my high energy level to cajole her into smiling, singing, and laughing with me. And, it worked! We had a lovely