Yesterday, we buried my mother.
The feelings of conflict were tremendous.
Super sad. Half way funny.
Then came lunch and a ton of different stories.
Like the happy one which I’ll share with you now…
One of the most wonderful things my mother did for me was to buy me a notebook.
In fifth grade, I got sent home with a note to my parents, accusing me of plagiarism.
My parents called me into their room that evening (which was always a bad sign when you were signaled out from your sibs), and they asked me about the poem and where I found it.