my mom, whom I hated when I was 13 to 18 and then loved as if there were tomorrow after that. And then one day, there was no tomorrow. April 25 th, today would have been my parents 68 wedding aniversery. She left us for a much loftier place on April 27 th, 1989. She was the wsame age I am now. I cry even all this time that has passed. Dad decided that he was not staying here without so he passed away about 10 years later. But my parents, especialy my mom, were all Polish and I loved every minute of it. The grand children, my son and daughter would roar with laughter when they would pinch their fingers in a door and "mom-mom" would kiss them, dirt and all and asked them.. Ahhh did you hurt your little nunners".. She and her 3 sisters had words for various parts of the body that the CIA would never know what they meant. Everytime I hit my finger and catch them in something, I get this big smile as I remember her kissing my little "nunners" to make them better. Wow, thank you to whome ever came up with this today. You made me smile and I so needed it. Thank you, thank you, thank you,
Blue (but not sad)