July 11th

I guess time does help heal all wounds. I have been going through my day to day and family crisis' for the past month with out even realizing the date. Yesterday my Ma would have been 86 years old. It's been 8 yrs this Dec since she passed. Her passing day is kinda bitter sweet. You see it's the same day as Genevieve's Adoption day and the same Day I flew home with Abigail and she met her BaBa for the first time. So it's hard for me to grieve on that day with all the joy I have. Our Genevieve was named after her. I sure miss her more when times are heard. She had the best iced tea in the world. It was in this old glass that I really wonder how many times it was washed in between fillings. Perhaps that's what made the tea so good. I miss her stroking my hair and telling me "it will be OK" and "no matter what everything happens for a reason because God knows what he's doing." I also miss her fire temper. She stood all of 4'5" and could knew many words in polish. Most of them I really did not want to know what was being said. But I think mostly I just miss knowing she was there.