Hello mother;

i don’t know or even remember the last time i’ve spoken to you?  Funny how memories work.  When you come to mind mom, i see the good an bad times that we’ve gone through with father…


Some of those memories are so clear it’s like yesterday, now i know what that sounds like, strange since you’ve been gone almost fifty years…


As i think now about all the card games you’ve taught me as a child..  A strange thought comes to mind, you probably know how to play bridge, the fun games we could’ve had stomping are would be opponents…  “Playing through grandma!”


i hope that i can make it out this year, to place flowers in your bonnet mom, maybe clean the dirt off, pull some of the weeds..


i’ll leave with this mom,


i love you!


toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad

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