...I MET CHARLIE ALONG THE PATH AND HE TOLD ME WHERE I MIGHT FIND INDIAN PIPES IN THE WOODS. I FOLLOWED HIS DIRECTIONS, WATCHING FOR A STICK HE WOULD LEAVE AS A TRAIL MARKER ALONG THE PATH...
TO LET CHARLIE KNOW I'D FOUND THIS RARE BEAUTIFUL PLANT HE SPOKE OF, I LEFT A MARKER FOR HIM TO FIND, ON HIS NEXT WALK ALONG THE TRAIL...
THIS IS PART OF MORE THAN 60 BAGS OF GARBAGE REMOVED FROM MY MOTHER'S MOBILE HOME. I POST THIS HERE, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH A HEAVY BURDEN OF SHAME MY ENTIRE LIFE ABOUT MY MOTHER'S HOARDING.
WE KNOW NOW THAT IT IS A PSYCHIATRIC ILLNESS.
AS I LEARN THE BALANCE BETWEEN RETICENCE AND REVEALMENTS, I OFFER THAT YOU, (AND YOU CAN SIMPLY BEGIN WITHIN YOURSELF) BE MORE HONEST ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS, STARTING TODAY...
Here's Jeff with 'The Ford'
Jeff and his Dad, Bob, spent many years working on the '46 Ford that Bob got while he was still in high school. After the car was restored, they enjoyed taking it to many car shows together.
We say goodbye to Bob who passed away as the new month began.
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