It has been two years since my mother died. She left us on Saturday, August 23, around 10:30 in the evening. I was trying to write about my last visit with her and what it meant to me, but I keep having to stop and blow my nose. Silly me, what can I say. I may be 57 years old, but I still want my mommy.
Mom, I love you and miss you, every hour, every day. Always have. Always will.
Okay, so I don't know everything, but I'm darn near close. Come on in, grab a seat, have some chocolate, and hang out for a while. You never know what you might find here. By the way, if you use any of my content without asking first, I will hunt you down and use you for cat food. :-)