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Off to visit Mom…

I’m a bad son. I now live closer to my Mother than I have in years, but I rarely phone her, and months can go by between visits. I always feel guilty when she phones me after one of my extended silences to see if I’m still alive and kicking.

I finally managed to get my figurative ducks in a row and arranged a visit this weekend. It was great, as always, to chat with Mom. I also worked in a visit with both my Sisters, Connie and Judy, plus Bryan, Shane, and Monique as a bonus.

This picture of my Mom from the weekend is my favorite:

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