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