Sunday, August 16, 2015

Stickball 2-15-15

The kids were difficult, my husband was stuck at the airport and I could hardly compose myself. My dad had just died and I didn't know what to do.  So I went to see my brother.  We played stickball and for a moment I was able to have fun and forget about what had just happened.  It was a moment I needed to make it through the rest of the week.

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