She always made me laugh. She was very special and very full of life.
She made up a poem that I still remember..from 28 years ago.
The hour was half past nine.
A billy goat backed into a barbed wire fence
and skinned his never-you-mind
I am going to begin collecting family stories.
Our stories are who we are....they are what make us unique.
I am letting Jesus write my story and I know that it is going to be interesting. Quite interesting.