each day is new

I found this book at the thrift store the other day... it seems pretty much  how life is these days.  Each day is new and each day brings different emotions.  For a few days things seemed better then this last week or so has been tough again.  Perhaps it's because we've been going through your things, clothes for the thrift store and work clothes for a fund raiser.  Looking at your things has been tough... washing your clothes, things I knew you had worn recently.

It's hard to believe it's November, almost 10 weeks now.  Another month on the calendar without you.

Today I planted tulips.  Lots and lots of red and yellow tulips.

You had given me a hard time on my pastel and pale gardens.  Maybe in the spring when these red tulips burst out of the ground it will bring a smile and a memory of you.

Missing you as always on this pretty November day.

Love you more,
Mom