i went to upload a picture of mom, and every time i came to a picture i saw my mom staring back at me. that was eerie. i told Ron a story about when i was 4 or 5. Mom and i would take the train from Auburn Nebraska to Waxahachie Texas to visit my grandmother. our train car had two bench seats facing each other. so i slept on one, and my poor mother had to sleep on the other, sitting up. i didn't care then, but oh, i understand and sympathize now. mom put up with a lot, and she hurt a lot. she never complained. never. if you asked her how she was she'd say, well, i can't complain but i do anyway. no. she didn't. i wish i were more like her instead of just look like her. i'm like my dad. ornery, stubborn, hot-headed, difficult, and ornery. oh. i said that. Happy Mother's Day.
