Friday, January 28, 2011
One last time...to 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?