Almost 40 years ago my cousin and I were at our house alone. I was probably about 12 at the time and he was probably 14. We were in the back of the house when we heard the front door open and we went to see who it was. The front door stood open and no one was there. We called out and there was no answer so living out in the country we started to get a little nervous about what was going on. We stood there discussing what to do for a few seconds and I said "Should we get the gun"? My Father kept a .38 handy and I knew where it was. That was when my Mother stepped out from behind the door laughing. She said that once she heard us talking about the gun she decided that the joke was over and she better make her appearance.
I don't post this story for any thing other than I thought of it as I started reading this board today. You see my Mother died Saturday and I am remembering all of the little stories about her. Spend time with your family and the amount of time that you have is limited and memories will be all that is left.
I don't post this story for any thing other than I thought of it as I started reading this board today. You see my Mother died Saturday and I am remembering all of the little stories about her. Spend time with your family and the amount of time that you have is limited and memories will be all that is left.