As I sit here in my kitchen writing this blog I am watching a terrible storm out my kitchen window.
At about 100 degrees there is no better way to relieve the heat, hopefully, and the plants and flowers will be happy as well. I think back to my childhood and how very ill I was and how scared I would be in the hospital during storms like this when my parents had already gone home. I would cuddle up in my hospital bed and hug my pillow, and just wait. I would silently pray for things to pass and that we would all be safe. I just wanted my mother, and her soft skin and smell to comfort me during these times, but this was not possible. Now, I sit here, listening to the rain and it now gives me comfort, probably because I think of mother who has passed, but it gives me reason to think of her. I sit here and silently thank her for keeping me alive. I love you mom.
