Today’s Thought: Fond Memories of Mom

I consider myself blessed. I had a wonderful mom. I remember the walks down the railroad tracks to my uncle’s house three miles away. We’d stop on the way and pick wild grapes and wild blackberries on the way to his house and the way home. When she cooked the macaroni for Sunday dinner, she’d always call me in from the pallor to test if the mostaccioli were done; of course they were. And, she’d always put a bit of her homemade sauce on it. I have lots of good memories about my mom and they all make me smile. Heaven got a good one when she went home.