Memories
Memories are the things that we hold near and dear to our hearts. Some are good and some not so good. The ones we cherish and those we want to forget. Memories of my Mom and Dad are always very close in thought. My Mom was not just my Mom, she was my best friend and companion. After my Dad passed away she lived with my oldest sister in the home that my Mom and Dad had bought. She was not happy living with them so she renovated a storage building on the property into her a home. Then several years later my brother-in-law and I had a few cross words and he told my Mom he didn't want to see me back up there and he was going to put a fence up between our two properties. She called and ask me if she could move in with me and the kids. I had been divorced for a couple of years so there was no one to consult, so I told her sure. The next day when I got home from work she and my oldest son, who was all of 12 at the time had moved mos...