Saturday, February 08, 2014
Been thinking of my late mom here lately. She was a great woman. She put up with me being a pain in the butt as a teen. Now I regret being a pain. I still regret not seeing that she was having a stroke in 1998 that put her in a nursing home. I did a science fair project on it in the 7th grade on stokes. She was the best cook. Since the stroke in 1998, I forgot what her voice sounded like, her hugging me, and all of the small things? Am I the only one that feels this way? I feel so alone even though my dad is still here. Thanks for letting me rant. Needed it. Plus it helped me cry. I haven't really cried for her yet.
Wish that it was warmer and we didn't have any big dogs in the neighborhood so I can go for a walk. I miss taking one by myself and with the dog. I know that I took one this past Sunday to church but it was in the single digits temperatures. But I really want to go for a long walk that takes me out to our fairgrounds on the other side of town and back home.