The passage of time waits for no one. I knew it was coming. This anniversary of sorts. I knew it was coming and have given myself permission to cry and remember and cry some more. She died on the cusp of November 11th and 12th. I am sure she took her last breath on November … Continue reading Time
Memory flashes... Wet mittens Cloves and nutmeg An opera on the radio Mom sitting in the chair by the window, reading as the Rutabaga and potatoes boil over Windows steamed Soppy socks Telephone stand at the front door- only say ‘Hello Grampa. It’s costing a fortune because it’s not 6:00pm’. At the hospital. Lots of … Continue reading Saying goodbye
My Name is Margaret 