Wednesday, March 2, 2011
time waits for no one
I hate looking at dates, like my blog called "inheritance" below, and thinking about how they relate to my parents' deaths. January 28, 2011. Mom was alive and happy then, remodeling her bathrooms and planning to come visit me in a couple weeks. She was also planning a trip to Cannon Beach, and probably another European adventure later this year. Little did any of us know that she'd be dead just a few days later. I HATE that.
Posted by Libby Teal at 1:02 AM