What a blessing to be here for the holidays.
And NOT at TBH, the hospital.
It was the strangest thing, when I walked into this room, and saw so many parts of my life come together, its something about the city of Reading and me,
Where i visited as a child; returned at 24 to almost die; met my husband 4 years later and left; visited with my son, Ian, over the years; returned to nearby Easton, Allentown, Trexlertowm, Mertztown! and now here to Reading itself where we visited treasured family friends during my childhood.
My father made me homeless when I was at the hospital. But it was arranged for me to stay at this lovely home.
I am blessed.
Un.Bon.Mot 