Saturday, August 6, 2016

Retro

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.
Until later...

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