In Remembrance

Every summer my mother and I would go to a strawberry farm not far from our home to pick strawberries. They are my favorite food, and if you picked your own they were only 25 cents a quart. We would go everyday and pick four quarts -- two for my family, and two for me. Mom would make homemade shortcake, and for the few months strawberries were in season I was in heaven.

As spring and summer approach I often remember this time we spent together.

I lost my mother 33 years ago tonight. I was 21, about to turn 22 at the time, and she was my best friend. It seems amazing to me that it's been so many years. I still think of her often, so this post is written with love in remembrance of my mother.