Deaf Bugs

This past week that I was reminded of one of the most of the important lesson in all life; to live life must you say yes to life!

In a period of just one under 30 hours that I participated in natural delivery of my first child, Sabrina, and flew then to the house of my mother in Louisiana to help my brother and my sisters in the move of my mother of the hospital where she had been diagnosed the final one. We brought his house, where we sat by his side and looked at the takes its last breaths.

This item is not birth of my first child or same of the death of my mother but on the manner to live life in the middle. The reality is that we will have all the experience of birth and die, but unfortunately very few people make the choice to test and live the life between these two significant experiences.

It takes only a little observation to see that a baby or a young living child truly life; extremely curious of him and was interested in him almost without taking account of the consequences. The child says most of the time yes to the occasions and to the life experiences! They eat insects and earth and welcome rain themselves they can play in him. As age us the appears that we become more conservative, more hesitating to the new experiences, less interested in the new things, "to regulate in our manners" and probably to say "not" to new to the experiences and to the occasions to cause life we never really to live it.

My brother twin, Gary Cardone and I spent the last one 20 years selling, persuade, convince and even done pressure on my mother aging to say yes to the life experiences. We pushed it, even against his will to do the things that she did not want to do for him to give the experience to live. During its superior years we forced it to do the things that she was resistant to and uncomfortable with. We did often his out later stay that she thought herself capable. I recall a trip to Vegas where I kept my mother on all night beyond the point where she was exhausted just if we could look at the sun brought up together. I did once his walk the streets of San Francisco until she thought its lungs would explode. I planted flowers with her a long time after she is herself complaint of his body doing poorly and I did his dance with me to my marriage to hit the music although it bothered it. I would await until she entered the bed and the calls the just night to obtain it in top, and then to call it good just morning to pee it of.

A lot of expressed worries that we pushed my mother too lasts, but we thought it better than she dies living life instead of death never testing it. If it took a walk simple by the neighborhood that she exhausted or going for a unity to look at houses for no reason except to obtain out the house, we pushed it to say yes even when his inclination was to say no! I would do to go it to Starbucks with me before she has gone out of even his dress promising it that she could sit just in the car, and then once we obtained there I did to enter it with me. We did to go it to the films she had not interest in and the game games with us that she did not like. I did to try it foods that she thought she would not like and took its places she felt uncomfortable.

For the last one 20 years that she withstood, she is herself complaint, and she gets angry even time in time, but we insisted until she consented to go. Because of this my mother accumulated experience thousands most of the people never will do and we leave with the memories never had had ourselves if we had not supported for her to live. And because of these experiences my mother became more just my mother but a big friend also.

In the period of just hours of thirty-six I observed the life of my girl beginning and the life of my to appear of the mother to finish only to be recalled that the this is the time between that determines if we live truly or not. I hope only that my girl will punish me in my later years and forces me to say yes to test life with her for that I can become more than his father but his big friend also. To push itself and those around to say you yes to life!

In the tribut to my mother and to the big friend:
Concetta Cardone 12/23/1920 - 5/26/2009