It seems like Mom travels more now than when she still had her car keys and drove– very slowly– through the Delta universe. Bow Tie o’ the Day and Mom and I dressed up in springy, Eastery colors for an excursion to Fillmore, where I handed off Mom to Ron. Off they drove to their home in St. George. Big Helen fills any room she’s in, with stories and snort-laughter. Our house is emptier and quieter when she’s not visiting us. Our loss is Ron’s and Marie’s gain. ❤ 🐣
