This is a series of stories about my mom’s life. We have an interesting process for creating these stories. She tells them to me, and I type them up. But we do it while driving around. I turn on my voice recorder on my phone and then later export the transcript. But I have to delete out the drive through at Jack’s because every trip requires a milkshake. Also, Mom’s head is on a swivel when we go for a drive, so I also have to edit out her commentary on the construction at the church, the comment about the neighbor’s little boy, and on and on. It is a trip, literally and figuratively! After a few tweaks, I post them here. I hope you enjoy them. I know I do.
The picture is of my mom and dad some years ago. I do not think I know anyone who so loved her husband and was so proud of him. She never wanted to go anywhere without him, even Heaven. He just got there first.
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