It’s hard to know where to start when asked about my memories of you. But they go back a long ways, that I know. I remember in my early years, spending a lot of time at Nana’s house, and that meant spending much of it with you, as she cooked, was baking or did the washing.I rememberContinue reading “Memories Of My Uncle Bob”
Stepping out to the edge of the lake, a wave of emotion overwhelms me. Was it only two weeks ago that I was here last? Watching poetry in motion as Shannon joyously bounded over the incoming waves. I had known our time together was coming to an end, but it was too soon….far too soon.