Memory Lane

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I Remember Mom

The Cuckoo's Nest

On Mother’s Day most other women my age are remembered by their human children. My dogs don’t know Mother’s Day from any others. They love me the same every day. So mostly on Mother’s day I remember my Mom and how I am so grateful to have the memory of someone who was a real human being. Modest, kind, thoughtful and always thinking of others.

She gave me the love of food made by hand and growing your own vegetables.  Her hands touched everything with care.

I just appreciate everything you taught me about taking the time to do things right. How to really clean a kitchen floor or to arrange a bundle of weeds into a stunning display. You could make any meal special or any day special with the way you remembered a favorite flower or color.  You put thought into what you made and into what you…

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