My mother died January last and I have never written about it. How can you? The pain was so great and still hurts today. You can't pick up the phone and call or run by to see what's going on. You also remember the details of all the things she did, from running you to all the games or just being a shoulder to cry on.
My mother was not a deer hunter, but if we got one she loved to see them and we would proudly show them off to her. She loved the camp and went every weekend. I miss her every day. Peggy Jean Howell.