Although I have great memories of the times I got to spend with my mom and dad; I’ll never be able to take a trip to Vermont without thinking of them. My mom and I would sit out back in the morning enjoying a cup of coffee and watch the blue jays, chickadees, chipmunks and squirrels enjoy the peanuts and bird food we left for them. We would take rides to several different flower nurseries and she eagerly helped me plant my flower beds. It was the simple things we enjoyed. I hope there is a place ain heaven, just like the Connecticut River, (Dummerston) where my mom can sit on the boulders and dangle her feet in the water and my dad can swim beside her.