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 I've been thinking a lot these days about the "Circle of Life." I know that we are born and we will someday pass on in this life. I know that it's inevitable, because this is how it is suppose to be.  I believe that everyone was born with a purpose.  I believe that we are suppose to learn life lessons from the purpose of others because after all life lessons are a big part of the "Circle of Life." 

      The "Circle of Life" has become so real to me lately. My Mama is a beautiful woman who has been stricken with emphysema. She contracted this disease because of smoking for many years.  I visit my parents almost everyday, and like many households, your Mama is the core of the home. As I sit and talk with my Mom on the big flowery comfy couch in the livingroom as I often do,  my mind wanders from time to time on the many talks that we've had over the years. I was taught many things and eventhough, I agreed with many of her life lessons there were some that I disagreed with but yet instill, I respected and still respect my Mama's opinion. 

     She was told approx 10 yrs ago by her physician that he would no longer be her physician because she would not stop smoking and that she would die within 7 yrs. Well, I have you to know being the good daughter that I am and because I love my Mama - I called the physician's office and I "blasted" him and all who were listening on the other end he is not "God."  After I vented, I felt good because you were talking about my Mama and because I love her so.

      Eight years passed and my Mama who love Christmas and whose homemade southern Red Velvet Cake and old fashion Caramel Cake are to die for could no longer enjoy her favorite holiday because she is too weak and frail to stand up on her feet for long periods of time. I reflect back on that phone call many times and wished I could have taken another approach. But, as I sit on the comfy flower couch and talk with my Mama who cannot live without the oxygen tube apparatus attached to her nose,  cried the other day because she wished she had done something different.  Seeing my Mama cry, I tried to comfort her and I wanted to show her that I was strong and I did. But, later that evening sitting in my thinking chair with my red throw wrapped around me - I cried and I cried because after all - I love my Mama so..I thank God for one more day.

     I think about the "Circle of Life" and that it's inevitable and it's going to do what it's suppose to do - I know it's going to be my turn someday.

Sincerely,

Angela Patterson, Author

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