Hedonistic musings from the rural point of view
We do not rent pigs
Well, feed the French and kill the Germans
You made my sphincter eat my underpants
Friday, February 14, 2014
KInda Down Today
On this day in 1929, Sis's and my mother was born. Oddly enough, I remember her birthday better than I do the day she passed, which was January 30, 2001. A day does not pass by without me thinking of her.
My mother would have been 89 on February 10. I was lucky, and was able to take care of her during the last years of her life. It was an honor; she deserved every moment of independence and peace available.
She was beautiful...
ReplyDeleteMy mother would have been 89 on February 10. I was lucky, and was able to take care of her during the last years of her life. It was an honor; she deserved every moment of independence and peace available.
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