This is one of the reasons I dislike the holidays so much. Today marks 21 years since Mom died (breast cancer).
Seems like just yesterday, the image etched permanently in my brain. One of the nurses had put lipstick on her and painted her nails.
I think it might be time for a memorial tattoo. My sister, who has none, might even get one to match.
On a lighter note, Mom's ghost is now old enough to drink
Seems like just yesterday, the image etched permanently in my brain. One of the nurses had put lipstick on her and painted her nails.
I think it might be time for a memorial tattoo. My sister, who has none, might even get one to match.
On a lighter note, Mom's ghost is now old enough to drink