Hard to believe that it has been eight years, I think of her so often.
Several days ago we had a fierce thunderstorm. I stood out on the porch and watched the rain bucket down, watched the lightning flashes and counted to the BOOM! I was also remembering my daughters and me sitting on the porch wrapped in a blanket to keep the wind and rain out, watching another fierce thunderstorm and talking about Margret who had just passed away.
Sometimes when I come in, the front door doesn't close all the way, and a gust of wind will push it open. I find myself saying, "Come on in, Margret." Yes, I'm silly.