My brother called me last night and told me Mom's foot was hurting her again. She had not told me anything about it. He spoke with our cousin, the urologist who worked on her foot last time, and the doc wants to see her in his office on Monday. My brother will be in Branson, so I will be taking her to see him Monday.
I worked on Dad's berry plants today. He has a whole row of different types of berries and they really needed to be tied up. I did that and mowed all around them. Dad would be proud. He wanted that done before he died, but we just didn't get to it. His little stool that he sat on while working on his berries was still up there because that is where he did his last bit of work in the garden. I tried to move it right after he died, but I couldn't. Today I moved it because I needed to mow there. I know he is smiling down on me right now. He loved his berries.
1 year ago
