One year ago today, on a windy, rainy day, a motley bundle of feline fur appeared at my back patio door. Rain pelted the backyard as this itty bitty kitty parked himself on the stoop and decided that he was home.
This Thanksgiving I want to share my heart. In early November I had the privilege of visiting my hometown, Bellingham, Washington, to help celebrate my mother’s 95th birthday. Not everyone is blessed to have a parent reach that age, and to have that parent be in remarkable physical and mental shape. This in spite of a stroke she experienced several years ago. Mom (Ethel Crook) was a music teacher.
My husband, Jack Vorfeld died October 19, 2004 at the age of 92. I recently decided it was time to publish some pages in his memory. Find them at my personal website.