Saturday, November 6, 2010
Why does it seem like when I am finally getting my footing back, something knocks me flat on my rear? Not once but twice this week I thought of something that made me immediately think. . . .I need to call Mom and tell her such and such. It hurts so much. I miss her. Today while at Mom and Dad's house, I just stood outside and watered her plants and thought about all the times I had stood out there with her while she watered or worked in the yard. No matter how hard Dad and I work to keep up the yard, it just doesn't look like it did when she was doing it. I don't like how nothing will ever be the way it was, especially since we never dreamed that we would lose her so quickly.