Hey Baby Boy. It's Saturday, March 10 and we "spring" ahead one hour tonight. I will never understand who needs that much daylight at the end of the day. Morning light is more important to me, but then, who am I? Exactly! Anyway, Spring is in the air. It has been an exceptionally warm winter. The trees are budding and blooming; grass is growing, the sunlight is very bright; reminds me of Southern California days.

I'm not going to keep you, for I know you have better things to do. I just want to get an update on your candle. Is it burning brighter and for longer periods of time now? I hope it is. I think so, but you are the one to know for sure. There are still tears, but they have lessened a bit; they are not hourly or daily, therefore your candle should be burning pretty good. Right? For me, it's mostly when I'm doing "mindless" stuff/work; like dusting, cleaning the bathroom, sweeping, vacuuming, etc. My solution is to not do any of that, just read and/or stay at the computer. LOL!

We will think about you, talk about you and miss you for as long as we live. We are trying to find that "spot" or "place" where it doesn't hurt so badly. We are getting there. I know you are anxious to know about Grandmother. She is doing good...much better...getting there. You know she has always been a hummer, whistler, singer when she is involved in something. Well, she's whistling again, especially while doing her puzzles.

I don't think she was even aware that she had started groaning or moaning. I think she thought she was doing her usual humming, but it wasn't coming out that way. It was a groan. Child, Child, Child...you talk about something that hurt me all the way to my toe nails, that was it. Oooou! That day I cleaned your closet, she sat on your bed watching me and watching The Young and The Restless. She groaned/moaned the entire time. I kept asking her something or making a comment; she would respond and go right back to her groaning/moaning. I tried to rush through it because I thought I would die. I know the hurt she was feeling is beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life. When I think of my greatest hurt and/or sorrow and multiply it by 100, I know I don't even come close to what she was feeling, and God knows I pray that I never will.

I don't know when she got back to her whistling or humming. I just know one day, she was at the computer and she was whistling. It was the best sound I've ever heard. The other day she said, "If Bug was here my bricks wouldn't be lying around like that. He would have picked them up and placed them in their proper place. He would be cussing and fussing about these no-good children around here, but he would take care of it."

Millie said, "He would be out there digging the yard up to plant new flowers. I would be telling him some were perennials and would come back. It wouldn't make a bit of difference; he would just dig everything up and expect me to buy new flowers to replace them. He was so crazy!" She said she had been talking to you about her hedges; its time for you to clip them, but not down to the ground like you did last year.

Sheronda came into town last night. She is at Grandmother's helping her plant some flowers. The job is being done, but we all know it's not with your technique, expertise, flair or creativity, but it's getting done. When I go over and see it, I'll let you know. I can't go right now, I don't have transportation. That ole boy of mine has my vehicle and has had it since Tuesday. OMG! Normally, I wouldn't have anywhere to go, or have need of anything, but this week has been stressful...I didn't have my vehicle and had a thousand things to do and places to go. I haven't had a salad since Tuesday! OKAY?! OMG! If being in prison feels worse than this; I need to make sure I never go. Your car is in my garage, but one has to be special to push a Mercedes and I'm not that special.

Let me tell you this, then I'm going to let you go. DeLo and the girls gave Henry a party for his 60th Birthday at Penn's. It was a great evening. I was holding my breath, but it was good and I was able to exhale. You were missed and your name came up, but it was in funny stories about our childhood days. As I said, it was a good evening. A friend of mine of mine said it's good and healthy to talk about you. It's good to mention you. We should not try to act like we don't think about you or remember you, because you will be part of our lives forever. Almost every story we tell or think about telling involves you, so talk.

Well Honey, I guess I've kept you long enough. I hope I'll be getting my car soon. Now he tells me, his car is still not ready. They need a part. OMG! Does that mean he needs my car next week? Geez!

Bye for now.

I/We miss you Boy.

P.S. I saw James the other night at Lynch Street. He is doing good. He sounded a bit emotional, but good. He has probably been that way most of his life, or he could very well have developed it from hanging around you and your folks. LOL! I haven't seen Larry in quite some time, but I hear he's fine also.

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March 2012

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