I am downloading photos from this weekend and I have TLC on TV watching a show about hording. I think so much about my mom and how sad nobody understood not even me. The tears come as I look at all the clutter these people are building up and just don't know what to do with. I have to much stuff myself and I often think "can I get rid of it?" I did that some when we moved south and I still get a sick feeling in my tummy when I think about some of the things I got rid of. The potato slicer, it was an antique that took up to much room but I loved the fries it would slice, The sewing machines that I have now replaced with many more. The show reminds me of the times with my mom and the times I miss so much.
Miss you mom. It has almost been two years. I miss our phone calls. I miss how you would bug me with how you would try to influence me your way. I miss the laughter when we would be so stupid and silly. I miss your smile and all you would teach me even as an adult. I miss how much you loved me and all of my kids, Gary, Carmen, Bobby Sue, Bear and David.
