An extra tight {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{DE}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} for you! You didn't yack my ear off. I have similar experiences with the loss of my mother over 20 yrs ago. Sometimes it feels like just yesterday and sometimes I can either laugh or argue with her in my mind. The old tapes of critisizm play in my head and I'll argue with her then realize that she probably knows that she was wrong. That's when my love for her floods in and I'll cry, miss her and then hold her memory in my heart.

I've been going around singing to myself a hymn that my ex MIL used to love; "Precious Memories." Yes, they are; the good, loving memories I have of her. Then the scenery that Neil and I saw together floats into my mind; the San Francisco coast. Beautiful! He was gay and his partner was with us, but at one point, he put his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. The memory of that moment has brought healing to my heart many times as it does now. Also, the anger at him dropping my camera and breaking it! That's when I get mad at him for dying. He never even said he was sorry!

Oh, jeeez... talking about yacking someone's ear off. Sorry 'bout that.




<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>