Life, like a stream, never stops winding or hanging

Dear Reader:

Yesterday was the hardest day… separating from my Ya’s but this year even more surprises were in store.

My ” children” had gathered together and from the Ya’s updates about the good and not so good days -health wise-that I was still frail and they concluded I did need more assistance initially to build up my strength before returning back home.

So today finds me at John and Mandy’s house …Walsh and Mandy picked me up-packed me up and here I am.

I am the most blessed of women.

Mandy called and got me into my oncologist office today for an immediate appointment to answer many questions we need answered.

Hoping new ideas that will enable me to get food in me without gagging takes top precedent! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

On the way back Walsh broke the heart-breaking news to me that Ben fell out of his wheelchair-re-broke his finally mended ribs and other locales and is back at MUSC for a surgical procedure.

Stop in the name of love! This is breaking my heart!

Sunday felt special but now even more so… a much needed pause in time… to love the moment!

So until tomorrow… God I know you are still guiding me and my brother Ben … lift us up as high as you can do so we can see Your Whole Picture

On the way back we stopped at the famous King’s Market to pick up some of their fabulous casseroles to bring back to Mollie and her parents arriving in town this week

And speaking of Mollie and Susan Swicegood Happy Birthday!!!

Happy Birthday Girls!!!!!!

Today is my favorite day… I am alive and with family

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to Life, like a stream, never stops winding or hanging

  1. Gin-g Edwards says:

    So very sorry about Ben…will certainly lift him up. And you are so blessed…you are right where you need to be …in the arms of those you love …praying for answers today. Live you. love…❤️🙏❤️

  2. Beth says:

    Prayers for you and your brother. What a caring, loving gesture from your kids to bring you home with them. You are close in my thoughts and heart, Becky.

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