Well, that was a trip.

Yesterday, we were cleaning out the rest of the stuff from our home.  Slowly, but surely, getting there.  So hard for me to think about it.  And you not being here.  Oh, it’s so hard.  I miss you tremendously.  I do know you are there.  Everywhere.  I hear your words, advice, your motherly love every day.

I was taking a box out to the car, somehow missed a step, or something,  and I went flying down the stairs.  The first thing I thought of when I pulled myself together, was you.  Lol. You would have said “Talk about ass over tea kettle!”  I know it, I know that is exactly what you would have said! Lol

After it happened, the sister and the niece both tried to encourage me to go to the ER to be checked out.  I was fine.  So, I thought.

Today, I am hurting really bad on my right hip.  I can still walk.  Slowly.  In some pretty good pain.  I checked online to see if my doctor has any openings tomorrow.   No such luck.  I’m really hoping that I feel better tomorrow.   If not, *sigh*, I’m gonna have to bite the proverbial bullet and go to the ER.

For now, I rest.  I love and miss you Mom.  Happy St. Patrick’s day.