is offensive to me. She is still such a part of me. I
think of her so often. I see things all the time that
make think of her. Things she would like and
things I wish I could share with her. I want to talk
about her, remember her, celebrate her life.
So from time to time you may find a photo, a
favorite "mom-ory" or story mixed in with photos
from the road.
This a photo from a trip to Myrtle Beach;
I took it with my cell phone in one of those
beach stores you find on each corner.
We got mom to buy a bathing suit.
And then she actually got in the ocean and
played in the waves with my sister and I.
It is one of my most favorite memories.
We giggled and laughed wave after wave.
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