Friday, January 28, 2011

One last the Elks before I leave.

Last night in Florence. Mom makes the break again...Elks again. Today it's just the three of us and that's just fine. We have an extra drink, enjoy the music, I break out and learn a few line dances.  Mom stands up at her wheelchair and does a little two step to the music. It's all good on a Friday night.  Maybe this night and this feeling will last forever, or at least, maybe we'll remember it forever.  What's the best we can hope for?

1 comment:

  1. Karen, you _will_ remember it forever, and fondly. You're a good daughter, and friend, and wife, and mother.