My mom's been gone over 30 years and that wound can still be pricked in just a moment. I am missing talking with her every day, writing to her every week.... hearing from her every week.
|Mom with Bill about 1962, in our front yard on Annapolis Street.|
I am betting she misses your every day phone calls about nothing in particular!
She was one tough mama, and loved us more than her own life! She was a single mom working in a man's job at a factory to provide for us when Dad failed at it due to alcoholism. I miss her today...