Bizarre that my mom's name came up twice tonight. Dave and I witnessed toy abuse and explained to Sam we still have some of our own toys from childhood because we take care of our things. "Really, my mom would be rolling over in her grave right now. If she had one." Her ashes are beside a stream in the White Mountains. Twisted, but struck me as funny.
A few moments later Mae wanted to help me walk the dogs. "Honey, it's raining out." "Can I borrow your mom's umbrella?"
I think my mom would have appreciated the humor, then the sweetness.
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