



I was doing fine today, until my brother Mike called me. I was doing a great job at holding my feelings in. Today, on my way to the car wash, I saw a funeral procession. Many others and I all stopped on the road and watched the procession proceed. It got me thinking, that two weeks from today would be five years since my mom passed away. It brought tears to my eyes. But because the boys were with me, I held them in, as I didn't want them to ask what was wrong.
I proceeded to the car wash, vacuumed out the truck with help from the boys, and then Damien wanted to go thru the car wash. So if it rains, you can blame it on me.
I came home, and was sitting in my chair, when my phone rang. It's not very often when my brother calls me, so it surprised me to see his name on caller id. I was praying that nothing was wrong as I answered the phone. It was an idea...and I really can't say it on here, because I don't know who all reads this and I don't want to spoil the idea. But I think it's great.
Mom, I love you.
There's not much more I can say than that. I think I speak for everyone when I say that you are missed.
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