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The goats

October 13, 2021
When we first moved to Sacramento from San Jose there was a field on American River Drive. K was in kindergarten and she called me so excited, she asked to pick k up from school to show him the goats. Well, she forgot to get him and the school called me after 30 minutes. I had to tear out of work and head to school to get him. By the time I got there, 45 minutes had past and my little guy was sitting on a bench with his kindergarten teacher in tears. After I got him home and gave him a snack, I put on his favorite show and started calling her, no answer,  texting her, no answer. I got a neighbor to come sit with K while I drove to her house. I did not know if should be pissed off or worried. She was always flighty and forgetful after all, this was not the first time she had something like this. I tore down to her place and found her in her garage painting furniture.  I was so mad, I let her have a mouth full. She absolutely did not see the issue. She had simply lost track of time. This was typical Deborah fashion.  I would get so mad at her for stuff like this. In retrospect, I should have just picked K up and driven them both past the goats. Once we went camping at Bass Lake and she said she was going to walk K down to the water while I set up the TT, I was unable to get the door on alone, I told her I needed her to come right back. I was stuck with all of our stuff in the tt unable to put the door on, she had taken K all the way into the shopping area and restaurant, ate a meal and went shopping for 3 hours. I ended up leaving the TT with no door and walking around screaming for them and crying. I see them walking back with new walking sticks, she told me I was crazy and that I should be happy she had just fed K. Sometimes I really miss her, then I remember how difficult being her daughter was and how she suffered both emotionally and physically and I think that maybe she finally found peace. Today is 8 years since she passed away. We will get flowers and head to her grave, polish the granite slab headstone and have dinner at the river tonight.  I can only pray she has found peace.  

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