Three years on Yulemas the transplant team of Cornell Weill unexpectedly called to inform me that there was a liver waiting for me at the hospital. Near death from impending liver failure I was overwhelmed by this turn of events. A miracle. A Yulemas miracle. I phoned my lifeguard Francis for a ride and then called my sister. Gina was silent for a few seconds, then said, "I was looking through my desk and a Christmas greeting sticker fell out. From a long time ago."
She read me the message.
Peter Merry Christmas Santa Claus.
It was in my mother's handwriting. My mother had passed from this mortal coil in 1997 and I cried realizing Angleine Nolan Smith's grasp on eternity.
We are always us.
MY mother and me outside 8 McKinly Road Falmouth Foresides Maine - 1953
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