mother’s day

As this weekend begins we offer up thanks for all the mothers who have come alongside Ben Towne Foundation. Whether you arrived at our doorstep because you knew us, or you knew a friend who knew a friend, or you sadly know our story as your own – we are grateful. Your efforts, generosity and voices have been a force of change in the world of childhood cancer. May those who widened your hearts with such compassion surround you this Sunday.

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Our family will be at the beach this weekend, planting flowers at Ben’s Memorial – which is our Mother’s Day weekend tradition now. As we do so, I will offer up thanks for the boys who made me a mother as well as hold in tension the feelings this poem expresses:

I myself placed her ashes in the wall.
I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six.
I know what it is I am now experiencing.
I know what the frailty is, I know what the fear is.
The fear is not for what is lost.
What is lost is already in the wall.
What is lost is already behind the locked doors.
The fear is for what is still to be lost.
You may see nothing still left to be lost.
Yet there is no day in her life on which I do not see her.

Joan Didion – Blue Nights

Much love to you and yours this Mother’s Day…