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|Thursday, 07 March 2013 23:31|
This is a story of love. A story I knew I needed to organize correctly online ever since I watched my mother cry this morning. No matter how old you are, watching your mother cry tears, is traumatic.
Apolonia and Stanislaw lost their only son in 2007. He was 60.
In 2008 we visited Apolonia and Stanislaw at their home, 10 Rocky Lane in Poland.
Stanislaw Karwowski, Apolonia's husband, was laid to rest in 2009.
My mother had an instinct that Apolonia was lonely in 2010.
Apolonia came to America, in a fur coat, greeted by her three daughters.
We realized that she coined America as a land "just like Eden".
She shopped for stilettos in America and was disappointed. 2011!
My kiddos figured out how to say "Candy" in Polish & made a connection.
And than my son realized how important religion was to Apolonia.
Apolonia got a Green Card!
Life went on normal, for months.
My parents had to travel, so we "babysat" Apolonia.
Feenie turned six and Apolonia was at the par-tay.
My mother found Apolonia, half conscious yesterday morning. Apolonia fell out of her bed sometime in the middle of the night and required six stitches. Blood. Everywhere. She ate a piece of tissue paper for breakfast instead of a cookie. She hasn't been herself ever since.
I witnessed my mom cry. My aunt was in a haze all day. Oh, Apolonia! "It would have been easier on you guys to leave her in Poland." a family friend confessed after realizing that Apolonia now needed 24/7 care. Easier? Probably. But we've all grown so much from Apolonia's love and attention. Since her arrival in America (in her late eighties) she's given us an entirely new perspective on life. It's not time to abandon her. It's time to gather the troops and help Apolonia any way we can.
"A society will be judged on the basis of how it treats its weakest members and among the most vulnerable are surely the unborn and the dying,"
|Last Updated on Friday, 08 March 2013 09:50|