Yo, ancestors. Stop bugging me.

Once it’s sunny and dry out again I need to make the couple of mile drive to the cemetery where most of my mom’s family is buried. I keep getting this feeling that they want to talk to me, or me talk to them. Probably regarding mom and her cancer.  Now I know I couldContinue reading “Yo, ancestors. Stop bugging me.”

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