Just when I think I'm doing better, I see my Mom's email address in my address book. Tomorrow is four months. Travelling is hard too because Mom would always say, "where's my little world traveller off to now?" and "let me give you some money to gamble with".
Sherri wants to go see James Van Praagh, one of the guys that supposedly talks to those that have passed. She watches it every morning. We both realize it's probably a crock... but that little glimmer of chance... to think someone is talking to her and telling us that she is watching us... wouldn't hurt, would it?
Musings of a Mom (of kid and dog), Marketer, Pop Culture Enthusiast, Amateur Baker, Pop Culture and Food Fan
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