Dear VickiJolene,
You-Go-DIVA! Very catchy. I like it. I never really thought about the divine spark in each person before. I like claiming the “Diva” in me.
I will do my best to share how this ride with Godiva began for me.
Like I said, last year I was in the middle of developing a huge marketing campaign… very hush hush. All I can tell you is that this new treatment will help so many women! I’ve never felt so on top of my game…and yet frankly my personal life was falling apart. Ever have that? At work you can control things, but then you get home and your marriage, your life, your kids seem to control you?
I felt like I was spiraling. Let’s just say that I had major decisions to make, but put those on the back burner. So little time to sort out my personal life when my professional life takes over. OK, I was glad for that. It was wonderful and rewarding and exciting, and I could escape into it. I didn’t have to deal with my husband’s habits, his sarcasm, or his infidelity.
I would later, but not now.
That’s when my mother started calling. Leaving notes with my daughter Coco, my son David, and my secretary. My grandmother was failing…dementia. Mom had found her a warm caring nursing home, but Gram was fighting her. Gram’s hallucinations of “Peeping Tom” intensified.
It was more than mom could take and she begged me to fly there.
Gram kept asking for Coco, but I put my foot down. School comes first. Coco has yet to forgive me for that one. David finally convinced me that I was truly needed. Mom was never very organized, and the idea of going through the house were overwhelming. Guilt, duty, love, escape. I did what every daughter is programmed to do. I went.
It was so “Nancy Drew.” Did you read that book series as a girl? I get there and mom has a “luncheon” all laid out, next to a cozy fireplace. We even shared tea. Mom is a good mom. She can drive me crazy, but she’s a good mom, I love her dearly.
When I first got there I took a little walk around the place, and my intuition sparked. By looking at the whole, in a detached way, I began to notice things I hadn’t before.
There was an insignia carved into the archway stone above the front door. So so faint. Not sure you can see it in the picture. At first it just looked like a pretty interlocking vine design. But then I began to see an insignia: initials PPT—something in Latin. I took a rubbing.
Edy
Photo by Malcolm Lightbody on Unsplash
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