Dearest Readers,
My excited anticipation, as I walk out to get the mail, quickly changes to a sense of sadness and loss. Although my mom left this life 16 years ago, every day I somehow still expect to find one of her weekly letters in my mailbox.
Dearest Readers,
My excited anticipation, as I walk out to get the mail, quickly changes to a sense of sadness and loss. Although my mom left this life 16 years ago, every day I somehow still expect to find one of her weekly letters in my mailbox.