.....you used to call pretty often- I always loved hearing your voice, and then you'd ask for money, or for me to send you something, or ask some advice. Since 1998 I've heard you a few times, laughed with you about funny things I'd remember, and felt a few hugs, when life got almost unbearable. Thank you son for remembering.
....I pray for you, occasionally I tell people about you. but no one will ever know what it was like to be your mom.When you wanted a driver's license sooooo bad and we had no money, when you came home from a Stake fireside to tell me how much you felt the spirit there and how your testimony grew, and your great pleasure at going to State with your football team.
....Then there were those times I had to get in between you and Erin - to stop a fight, or when I had to tell you how you should NOT throw your brothers into the back seat of the van -just because you should get the shotgun seat. All the driving -all the sitting and waiting outside the football stadium and stake dances. Many times I split the younger kids with Dad and they'd wait with me.
....I remember the million times I sang - I am a Child of God to you, The million times I sang -You are My Sunshine....to you.
Love , mom
Love you. Thanks for sharing your memories.
ReplyDeleteThe veil can be very thin at times. Thanks for sharing, and much love to you. xo
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