not every day   1 comment

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I don’t think of my mother every day like I once did.
It takes something like the picture above to make me think of her.

I miss her and love her always, but she has been gone 20 years now and she just doesn’t enter my head as often as she should.

it will take seeing her picture, or hearing an old country song.

or driving down Sand Road where our house use to be.
OR someone like George Jones dying, to think of mom and knowing she is thrilled he is on his way to heaven.

or spending time with my youngest sister Wanda.
of the seven of us kids, Wanda is the most like mom

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πŸ™‚

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Posted May 14, 2013 by Marge in family, God, heartfelt, ramblings

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  1. Those are nice memories πŸ™‚

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