A Senior Remembers: A Near Tragedy In Our Wellies
Even before I open my eyes, I can hear my mother humming. She is singing softly, so she won’t wake us up, “You are my Sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” And not only that. I can hear birds outside, chirping. Right away I… Read More »A Senior Remembers: A Near Tragedy In Our Wellies