Can I get a do-over?

I didn’t say goodbye. I mean, I say goodbye every time I see her, but I never said the things I should have said before she didn’t know me anymore.

It’s been around 10 years now, since my Mom’s dementia dug in. And a little over a year since she went to a facility. And 5 months since Bill Foster followed the happy trail right tf outta here.

And shit’s just sad. It’s all sad here at The Beech House.

You can feel it in the nooks and crannies of our life. Not so much on the surface, life goes on, it seems. Work and kids and school and sports and worry. Still there.