One week ago today my friend of thirty eight plus years passed away, my Mother. Wilma Grace Rogers was a quilter, cross-stitcher and many other things but first and foremost she was my friend.
She taught me the basics of cooking, laundry and how to drive (that explains a lot right there). She acted as my sparring partner, nurse, and cheerleader.
Now she is gone from her corporeal form and with my father in heaven. I’m thankful that she got to spend time with my daughter and I was able to share some of my more insane fishing stories with her.
I’ll miss her lasagna, her face lighting up when NCIS came on, and her excitement when Mallory came to see her.
I’ll miss you, Mom. Take care and enjoy being with Dad again.