Written on 11-30-25.
Yesterday was the anniversary of my mom’s death. I was thankful to be able to be with her one last time on Thanksgiving last year. I made the right choice, for sure. Bev, Guy, and I commiserated about her death and honored her memory on a text thread yesterday. Our parents are gone. Sigh.
I recently grabbed an assortment of Dad’s belt buckles Bev said Curt found in their garage. It was an assortment with trains, Corsairs, NRA guns, and more, and I just couldn’t let Bev sell them. Fortunately, B was able to go gather them (Amanda went with her) when they was in Colorado Springs for Jess’s surgery. Phew. I also asked Bev to...
