I went by her grave when I was in Cheyenne last week. It was her birthday on July 11th, she would have been 83 years old. I trimmed the grass around her gravestone. I brought her flowers and balloons with butterflies on them, because she loved them.
I think about her almost everyday. I never thought too much about the time she would not be with me. It's a strange feeling to have both your parents gone. Sometimes I feel them near, and I try to remember what their voices sound like. I hope to see them again one day, I miss my Mom and Dad.
