It's been a rough few months friends. This is the view on my mom's back porch, (I actually built the pergola myself) and 3 1/2 months ago my mom was sitting in the other chair enjoying a Stella with me. It was a really nice January day in Texas and though she was very cold natured she was comfortable and in a great mood that day. I remember catching myself staring at her at one point. I was lost in thought and even though I could easily see the physical toll the lung cancer had already taken on her, she was perfect... just sitting there, wondering aloud as to when she should put the hummingbird feeder up. We made a lemon meringue pie that night, a Sunday evening, then we went to the food bank to drop off some plastic bags, her portable oxygen generator whirring in the seat next to me as we drove. I found a note addressed to me which she had left in the six pack of Stella that only had two left sitting in the garage refrigerator. I rarely drink at home or at mom's except for the two beers we would share when it was nice out, so the note was a few months old. I think I'll leave the one beer in the fridge. It's the strangest thing, the things you remember.
She's not here tonight and I miss her, she wa my best friend.
Self pity isn't my strong suit and I apologize for this display, but hug your frigging mom's ad soon as you can. You'll never regret it.
FDC
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She's not here tonight and I miss her, she wa my best friend.
Self pity isn't my strong suit and I apologize for this display, but hug your frigging mom's ad soon as you can. You'll never regret it.
FDC
Sent from my SM-N960U using Tapatalk