Sixteen

Not much to write about today. It was an ok day. I did think once today that I needed to call my Mom to ask her a question and then realized that I couldn't. That hurts. Dad and my Uncle worked some on the house today. I can't wait until we get it all put back together but it is going to be very hard on all of us when it is done and the heart of the house isn't there. Especially for Dad.


My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon