Well…it’s been 8 months since Bobby died. Still never know when I’ll get tripped and the tears flow. I’m dreading this, but I have to do it…I’ve got to go to Home Depot to get some things to fix the house. Bobby was ALWAYS with me when I went there. The last time I was there, alone, I walked up and down the aisles with tears flowing down my face.

On a lighter note, my sister Sally arrived Tuesday from Plainview, TX. She’s come to basically say goodbye to Momma. Momma is 85 pounds at the moment. She’s dying because of Alzheimer’s. Sally came with a one-way ticket after borrowing some money from a friend. Don’t know if Pops will pay for her return flight. Anyway, I’ll enjoy the time we have while she’s here. The next time I’ll see her is when she comes (hopefully with the entire family) is for Momma’s funeral. I guess this really isn’t ‘a lighter note’.

I never, ever thought that Bobby would go to be with Jesus before Momma; she has a birthday coming up on November 28th, she’ll be 86 if she makes it. Right now, her weight is the same as her age, 85 and 85 lbs.  :(