Hello, dear readers!
Well, today I wish I could have called Heaven.
Does anyone have the toll free number?
I'm stuck on a pattern and my Mom would know the answer. I don't think anyone can think straight after a death, especially your Mother or Father. Today was a weepy day. It was numbing.
Life is very, very short.
Thinking back, my Father was 55 years of age and literally dropped dead on the street. A co-worker picked him up and carried him up the hill to the hospital.
I miss them both.
Worked a little bit on my mittens. I kind of lost the desire.
Maybe tomorrow will be better.