One day after we first found out, though, we were at Barnes and Noble just puttering around. We passed by a table of random kid's books where I saw this one:
I knew right away we were going to buy it and display it somewhere in the nursery. To me, it was a sign that Mom was still part of this pregnancy.
Over the summer, I ransacked my parent's house looking for things to add to the nursery and found a big tub of Clifford the Big Red Dog books. As a nursery school teacher, my mom treasured these books. I knew I wanted to pass them along to our daughter, so I took them home and stored them in the nursery for the time being.
One day, when it was finally time to put everything in its place, I started to go through the Clifford books. As I was going through them, a single piece of paper fell out of one of them.
In purple (the signature color for Alzheimer's disease), it said "What A Wonderful World". It was my mom's handwriting. Also on the paper were the names of two men. I looked at the book we bought earlier, and it was the men who wrote the song. Things had come full circle I eventually found a small frame for her note and placed it alongside the book on her shelf. Now Baby Girl Cohen will know that even though her Grandma can't talk to her or hold her, she will always be watching out for her. It really is a wonderful world.
Be well,








