|Shirley. Photo Credit : Barbara Stanifer|
|Barbara and her sister with Shirley. Photo Credit : Barbara Stanifer|
She wasn’t perfect by any means; she was flawed like all of us. I could tell you lots of stories of highs and lows. But the moment that is tugging at my memory today was a car ride she and my mom and I shared, a long ride through the mountains at one of her darkest hours. Alzheimer’s was slowly consuming Shirley’s brain, and one fateful night CB, her husband of some 68 years, fell. He hit his head and had to be helicoptered to a hospital 2 hours away. By the time my mom and I reached her, CB had been flown out and she was sitting with a neighbor obsessing over whether or not she had already fed the cats. She seemed oblivious to the weight of the situation, which was the one blessing of dementia. We scooped her up, packed some clothes for an undetermined amount of time and started on our 2-hour journey.
My mom and I took all our grief and fear and shoved it to the corners of our brain. We wanted her to stay in her oblivion, it would be much nicer there than in the harsh light of reality. We started down any number of random conversation topics trying to keep things light, there may have even been a laugh or two in there. And then with complete lucidity she said with that familiar glowy warmth, “You know CB loves you both so much. He may not ever recover from this and that will be so sad for all of us, but you are both so loved. You mean the world to me.” I was shocked by her clarity, by her calm in the face of what must have been a terrifying situation for her. But most of all I felt so completely wrapped in tenderness.
This woman, who saved us many times over, in her darkest hour wanted to make sure that WE knew we were loved. Her concern in that moment was for OUR well-being and here we thought we were protecting her. That is love that liberates…
|Love Liberates ! Photo Credit : Barbara Stanifer|
Story Credit And Photo Credit : Barbara Stanifer.
Barbara is an amazing storyteller and she has written for Chatoveracuppa before. She is very observant of the little things in life and treasures them the most as well, a reflection of which can be seen in all her stories. This is her personal story and pictures. We are so touched to be publishing this today on her behalf.
An avid blogger, people watcher, storyteller and a mom to two young children. Her stories and posts are about things that she observes in the course of her day to day life, anecdotes and life lessons learnt by watching people around her. Real stories about real people which often includes her two children. Parenthood, she believes, has been a great teacher and she is still learning.
“Words are the only way I have ever known to express myself. The love for writing stems from the love of observing life and the people in it. Writing has always been a passion. Motherhood has helped redefine my love for writing.” Find her stories here.
When not taking pictures, she is on the desk editing and compiling all the wonderful stories we receive from our storytellers, readers and bloggers. She is also a soccer mom, an active volunteer at the school and the soccer field. Find here pictures here.
We must add that Sonali has become a regular contributor at chatoveracuppa and her stories being very simple and heartfelt have been very popular with our readers.
I write because it is cathartic to me. I write because it makes me happy, relieves much stress for me. I write because I like sharing my life with others. And of all the pleasures it has brought me, the one that stands out the most is that it validates and keeps me grounded.
Find his stories here.
Smita Ranjan Keron
Her Story : The Vagabonds
Dr. Tanu Shree Singh
Find her stories here.
Suchorita R Sinha
I am more of a listener than a story teller, however thanks to my active baby girl, my every little moment now has a story to tell.
Most Read Story :World’s Best Mom
She loves to write and wishes to become an author one day. She started writing books of her own since first grade and has completed writing 10 books so far. She also always illustrates her own story books.
Most Read Story : The True Story Of Three Little Pigs
An auditorium filled with 404 odd people. An unusual roll call. A roll call by countries. 60 to be precise. The person on the podium called out the name of the countries, one at a time alphabetically Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. The people in the audience requested to rise from their chair when the country that they were born in would be called out.
Stories happen every day and there is a storyteller in each one of us. You sometimes just need a patient ear to listen in. In what seemed like an over exhausting week, I met a story teller and heard a story that touched my heart. A story that I will share with you today.
They seem to be very caring about you.
I went to my neighbor’s stone house to ask for some corn. “Hello” I said. Then I took my helicopter out to play. One of the edges accidentally hit one of the stones (of the stone house) and the whole stone house fell down. The kitchen was still then. There was no pig,so I checked in the kitchen for corn. But there was no corn.