It's hard to explain........... she was a mom who never missed one of my track
meets, basketball or soccer games.......who beamed with pride talking aboutus kids............when my brother wanted a special guitar, she drove to Detroit to buy it.......she always freaked out when one of us got hurt..........she loved and took great care of the three homes that her and dad built from 1950 to 1968. It's different now and it's my turn to take care of her.
She is in a memory care unit. the dogs and I see her almost everyday. I thank God that she still remembers me...........she doesn't remember their names, but, always asks "where are the dogs"
Such a sweet post.
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