smooth ocean
Sun is up, ocean is smoother than I ever remember it being. Odd day for a funeral, but the world can’t bend itself around us.
I am in here.
Sun is up, ocean is smoother than I ever remember it being. Odd day for a funeral, but the world can’t bend itself around us.
Hey you two, thanks for being my brothers! Y’all have helped a bunch. I picked out her funeral suit. They wanted a complete set of undies, too. So I just grabbed stuff off of each of the appropriate piles. I forgot a bottle of her nail polish. They wanted that too — but anyway, they’ll … Continue reading letter to the brothers
A few days ago, before All This happened, I’d asked for colors to be sent to help me cope with the bleakness of an Ohio January. And Sissy, may she be forever blessed, sent me the following:
This is a moblog picture I took of a page of Mom’s writing… It was sitting on a card table in the den that contained piles of Christmas cards. Seemed to be a list of people to send cards to, though she hadn’t sent many out in past years. She used to insist on cards … Continue reading words..