January 3
January 3
12 years. Seems only yesterday we heard her bragging that she never cussed. When just a few minutes later she looked out the window and shouted, “Those damned kids…I told them not to play out there as she banged on the window. And, of course when she called Dad an SOB IN A VERY LOUD VOICE, because he was about to fix the washing machine…AGAIN for the upteenth time. After few very quiet moment, Dad walked out the door, got in his car and drove off. He returned about an hour later followed by a truck with a new washer and dryer.
Always loved. Always missed. Never forgotten.
Always loved. Always missed. Never forgotten.