God, help me get through another year, without you. Miss, you so, do
much. No, one will mourn, the way I do. You, were my first born.
Love, you. One, day, God will reunite us. Love, you, Mom
Christopher, and his brother, and my brother, and his wife, and myself all went to Lady Lake, Florida. We visited often, especially, when my kids were growing up, to visit their grandmother. There was a place within walking distance, where there was a herd of bison. We wanted to take a walk, and go see them. It was quite a thing to see, right in the middle of a neighborhood, fenced off. We finally, got there, and it was just about to rain. Christopher, decided to open his umbrella. Well, that was the end of the sightseeing, as the entire herd, got spooked, and ran to the other side of the lot. That was just the kind of antics, my son would do. He was a hoot. Miss him..