Every once in a while, I hear or see something that reminds me of my father. He’s been gone for over 15 years, but his memory is still fresh in my mind.
I’ve been accused of many things throughout my life, but having a great memory is not one of them.
The change of scenery from the Doocy’s yelping and hollering over the red ants to my standing on the McClain’s front porch as Corrina came out later that evening was an indescribable juxtaposition,
I am finally in what I think is the last phase of my recent health confusion. My nose is dripping, and I think I use at least one box of tissues daily.
Mama, Corrina, and I had planned another ‘Fridays with Mama’ visit on what would have been the first or second Friday of July, not long before things took a turn for the worse.
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