There is a universal theme in here... and this is my only blog now, so:
Beverly She made a list a day or two before of cookies, of a meeting and some charity she intended that would have come off busily, no fuss: ticked off, accomplished, if she had not died. When I was 3, my mother died suddenly. Being so young, after a few years I barely remembered her-- I remember a sadness when I was around 6, when I realized I could no longer recall her face. A few years ago, when my dad and step-mom retired and cleared out the house, they sent me the family papers, and the... Sign in to see full entry.