Today marks the seventh anniversary of my mother’s passing.
I had retired on January 1 and was there for mom’s final days. She thanked me for coming back home to her.
Miss you mom!
Mother, don’t worry. I’ve got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother, don’t worry. She’s got a garden we’re planting together
Mother, remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor and the fleas on their paws,
And you cried ’til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain