I hate how much I think about him.
My brother and I lost our father at a very young age. We would visit our Aunt and Uncle in the country few times a year. I was 14 years old that summer. I then realized why. One afternoon I found my mom and uncle in the barn. They were in the hay loft. Mom was giving out those adult moaning sounds.
Last Sunday afternoon I missed a phone call from my husband Roger. He’s visiting the local prison. I totally forgotten what time it was. It was my birthday and I had other things on my mind. The plumber was here laying some BBC pipe. He went into overtime. The job that he done was fantastic. I’ll keep his number handy if I need more service work that needs to be done.
