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