Saturday, July 16, 2016

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.

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