March 2, 2014

     I remember coming home from work one day and going to check the mail.  I said to myself, "I am going to ask dad about that."  Then it hit me, my dad was not here to ask any questions to any more.  It was a weird feeling...sad to know that I could not have a conversation with my dad any more.  It is a strange feeling to know that someone who was an important part of your life is no longer here on this earth.  As I sit here, I remember when my dad asked me to wash his car for him as a Father's Day gift and I asked him why he wanted me to do that since he no longer was able to drive.  He just wanted his car to look nice even if he couldn't drive it any more.  I was happy to do this for him.

    I remember when we first moved to Texas and mom had asked me to help her pick out some of the wallpaper for the rooms of the house.  I remember thinking to myself, there are too many choices and I know why mom wanted help.  Now, as I look at the wallpaper that is in the kitchen and in the bathrooms, I think, how fast can we get it off?  It is funny how things change and what becomes "in" and "out" with houses.  No matter what stays and what changes, there will always be so many memories of my mom in this house.  Even Princess and Logan, the dogs in the family, have their spots that you could find them at when mom was here.  They still go to them and I wonder sometimes if they know something or see something that we cannot.  I know that they miss her too and I know that she loved them.  I miss you too mom...all the time.