It's Saturday, my day off, and there were so many things I thought to tell you, and now they've slipped my mind. I've got a bad case of old-timers these days, and I'm not sure why. OK. I think I know why: so many changes going on, and with them, a resistance to change for me. As I get older, I'm more and more resistant to change. But that's the new norm, so I have to get used to it.
Charlie is home from the hospital; Joe from across the street came over and we had a good chat. He's the one who took the turtle - says it's doing well in his new home! He took your .22 off my hands, and I'm happy it's no longer in the house. We talked about the neighborhood and how things have been going. I told him how I was a bit nervous after walking Sadie the other night. He told me that the house cameras he has are set up to see the entire street, so he's been watching out, and that if I am ever nervous again, to come get him and he'll have a look around.
I got a text from A yesterday.
He was at a function in town, and writes:
"Found this in the chair I sat on this morning... (a feather).
Took it off, threw it on the floor.
Went to check the schedule
And it was back on the chair
when I came back.
Brian is here with me"
Thanks for letting us know that you're with us
in spirit, watching over.
I miss you every day.
When I see someone on a bike, I do a double take
thinking I'll see you again.
I know in my mind it won't be you
but my heart wishes it was.
I'll be watching for your feathers!
Love,
Mom
