This morning I checked in at our sometimes much neglected blog. As I looked at the last few pictures of Mom and the three of us minus Searcher, the tears just started falling. I used to blame tears to PMS, but now I guess it is just old age. Each week when I visit the nursing home I see people sitting in their wheelchairs with tears streaming down their faces. Do they see pictures of their loved ones who have gone before them in their minds and weep for them? Perhaps I should start stocking up on Kleenex for the future or have lots of long sleeve shirts I can wipe my eyes and nose on. Will the two of you come to visit? By then Liz should be able to drive the RV and you could just park it in the parking lot of the "home" and spend a week or a long weekend. I hope I will recognize you when you come. It would seem such a waste of time if you drove all that way and I would wonder who you were. Oh, how the mind wanders. I may be closer than I think to such musings. If Earl read my thoughts he might start making preparations for the psychiatric ward.
After my tears dried up from some of the nonsense I wrote I also looked at the funny pictures and posts. I am so thankful I have such sweet and nutty sisters. I love you both very much.
