My Beautiful Daughter….


Dear Kay C. and family,

The flower Pots arrived today.

I woke up this morning crying. I had a dream about Gordo. He was wandering around. Pleading with me. ” Please Mom, tell me where to go! I don’t know where to go. Where is the Mariner? I can’t find the Mariner. Where do I go? ” I woke up crying. I am so tired of crying. I don’t trust myself to go out in Public. I just burst out in tears, at the darnedest time. I got up, took a Valium with my coffee. Two droppers of liquid vitamin B-12 and some Vitamin D. Suppose to help with depression. I go into the living room and pick up the remaining two puppies. They are so cute. They make me smile. They soon tire of me and want down. I take them outside to the front yard. The other dogs are there and are watching them like a hawk. I tidy up their play yard. They are loving the BIG yard. There are too many little nooks and crannies for them to get into. So, I can’t leave them in the big yard. They yelp in protest as I put them in their play pen.

I go back into the house and determine I will take a shower and even put some make-up on. I must do something to make myself feel better. Ron calls me about four times a day checking on me. I don’t want him to hear the tears in my voice. They sent him out on a 12 day tour. he is due home next Monday. However, they told him they have another long tour for him when he gets back. I don’t know if he will even get to come home. He makes a big tip on these tours. The Mortuary charged $1400. they wanted $1600. I cried and complained about how much the price had gone up in two years and they knocked off $200.

I get out of the shower and the dogs are barking their “Visitors are here”, bark. Then I hear the bang, bang on the side of the house and know it is the UPS guy. I throw some clothes on and rush out to greet him. He asks how I have been. That is all I needed. Booo Hoooo.” My youngest son died last week.” He offers his condolences. I sign for the package and go into the house, embarrassed for being such a drama Queen. I open the box see the pots and wonder if I have been shopping on QVC in the middle of the night again. I often do this and don’t remember what I ordered the next morning. Then I read the card. “Happy Early Mother’s Day”.

I start to chuckle. What great timing. How could you have known how much I needed a show of affection and a symbolic celebration of me as a Mother?

Thank you my Darling Daughter. You have no idea how much that package means to me. Love,Mom

 

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My Beautiful Daughter and Son-In Law.

 

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__From Yachts to Manure___... I have lived in a 9,000 square foot mansion in Piedmont, Ca. to homesteading a mobile home and living without running water or electricity for six months in Oroville, California. These are some tales of my adventures. From traveling the world with my Airline Executive late husband to , operating a Yacht Charter Business on San Francisco Bay as a widow with young children, to retiring to a Ranch in Oroville and raising horses and fancy pure bred dogs. Come join me on my adventures as I write this blog..
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