The scenario goes something like this. As I sat at the sewing machine that my mother once made things with, gazing out the window, with the view of the memory garden I started this summer something happened. My mind starting trickling in things I would do with my parents if I had just a short… Continue reading If I Had More Time with Them
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Final Step – New Flight
I know the house isn't Mom. I know the memories I have from her house and of her will mostly stay in my mind for years to come.I know I said I wanted it over and done with. Part of me still did and part of me didn't. I think it gave me purpose to… Continue reading Final Step – New Flight
In Between the Sunsets of Life 