Reminscing…

Memories are a very strange thing. Some of them live in our minds and hearts, sleeping until they're triggered awake by things we least expect to effect them.

A road sign.

A mirror.

A dog, yapping across the street.

Something so simple as a color or a sound.

So it is at my Mom's house. Mom's downsizing from her home of ten years to a smaller place. We were over there, helping move, helping clean. Sigh. On the one hand, it wasn't her dream house–some left hander designed the place so all the doors ...