I wish I could call her and ask her things. Tell her I'm sorry for not understanding all the things she tried to teach me but I just never got. Too often now-a-days I find myself thinking, 'So this is what my mom was trying to tell me!' Now that my kids are young adults, I'm understanding a lot more! :)
I've been having dreams about her lately. Probably the time of year though. But something interesting, in my dreams she never speaks. She's just there.
Me and my mom around 1967.
She had gone back to school to get her high school diploma.
She was so much stronger than I gave her credit for.
