Speaking of mothers, my mother has been gone since in the 1970's, as my dad since 1969. I noticed the neighbors last Sunday sitting out in the yard watching the horses. The neighbors mother was visiting on Sunday. Her husband has been gone a few years. I thought, I hope they are enjoying this time, as I would give any thing to be sitting visiting with my mother and dad.I don't think you ever get over the loss, after all you were once part of her, and your dads making. My mother had been told she shouldn't have any more after my three brothers, but I came along six years later. Don't think it was an intentional thing, but here I was the only girl after three boys. So as you can imagine even being depression time I was the apple of their eye and my brothers always helped take care of me. Just never knew any thing different than playing with my brothers. I played with dolls, but also cowboys and Indians. Now they are all gone but I have nothing but good memories, even though one of my brothers was kind of a stinker at times. When it comes down to the nitty gritty you have to forgive and forget and I'll never regret going to see him in his last years and him and his wife coming to visit towards the end. I took off work to go to see him for the last time before his death a couple mo. later. I had talked to my sis in law the night before and I went in to work the next morning and just told the manager of that dept. I was going. I didn't ask if I could, because I figured I was going no matter if I got fired. I had just lost my older brother a mo. or so before. But I didn't get fired, and he was gone about a mo. later. It is hard when you leave knowing that is the last time you are going to see your brother, or any family member. But time passes and you always have the memories, I still sometimes think I should pick up the phone and let my mom know what is going on with one of the kids. Of course that passes fast. But it is just that moment you think that. Camping we always talk about them and the fun times. Now with the sons new trailer it isn't exactly camping like they camped with a tent and before that just putting blankets under a pine tree. There are always the memories, memories. Well I had better close here before things get to sentimental. I wonder some times having a good childhood about the people that don't and there are some now days that things are really bad for the kids. What kind of memories do they have, alot of times there isn't any love there, just abuse. I am so thankful my childhood wasn't like that. Louise