1986 Daddy, my son David, grandson Joshua, Me and my Sweet Mother.
I miss my mother when I buy something new, when something hurts, when bad things happen. I miss her on holidays. She loved all things holiday from food to decorating. She died in 1990, before I could make a dozen calls a day, calls back then cost a fortune for each call, and I only talked on week ends. Once a week. If she were here now we could talk every day. I had to mail photos of new things for her to see when I bought them, Now she could see them instantly. Happy Mothers Day Mom up their in heaven.