Hey, Mary;
Here are some pics of Clara. Boy does she ever look like you!
Mary’s Autobiography Made at Twelve
Hospice Support
In support of the hospice service that provided end-stage care for Mary Boleyn, the Mary Boleyn Foundation continues to support their efforts to bring dignity to the final transition days for those dealing with Cystic Fibrosis
Thank you for your service.
Hospice Receipt 1
How Mary Boleyn wanted to be remembered and live her life
Mary with Aiden and Jack
Supporting Transgender Students
Not all Rainbows and Butterflies
My sweet sweet Sister, Mary. I promise you that Clara will ALWAYS know the love her mother had for her.
Friends, I ask you please pray for my psuedo psister Mary Boleyn who has struggled for so long with C.F. You will always have my support. We love you.
I have been shamed (by people who will remain nameless) for posting my negatives and not always being optimistic, enlightened and encouraging. “Only share your happy things with the world”, they say. “Clara is watching.” And so for months I have sat silently, some days sad, some days happy but not enlightened, but forever fearful of the effect my words will have in the future when my daughter Google’s me. However, today I am going to put the shame aside for a moment because I need your help. Today I am not happy, elated or even encouraged. Today I am sad and scared because today is day 14 of me being trapped in a hospital bed, on continuous oxygen, attached to IV’s, in pain and sick. Today I heard words like, “End of days,” “New normal,” ” Complications,”. Please note that I am not afraid of dying, I have made peace with the idea. But that may change, tomorrow may be different. So today I ask that you pray for me. Pray that I continue to have peace through this process and that in 20 years when my Clara Google’s me, she will read this message as a message of strength, my strength to ask for help, and the strength that a community can have on a person and the power of prayer (happy thoughts, positive vibes etc). And if she can’t see these things, I pray that her and you will forgive me for posting a message that is not all rainbows and butterflies. Because some days are not. Lots of love. Xoxo
The Wedding Dress
Starting in July 2006, Mary was planning for her wedding in November. She wanted me to be part of the dress buying process because she knew I would not judge or critique. In her true TaDa manner, Mary showed her enthusiasm for the fun process. As we entered the dress shop in Kitchener, the sales girl said, Yay, the wallet is here. I informed her that Dads, me, would take offense to being considered no more than the wallet to pay for the event.
We had a great time that day. It was not until later that I discovered that Mary changed her mind twice about having red bows on the dress.
