My mom had informed me that she was getting rid of the kids' bikes that were at her house. These were bikes my dad had up at the lake and he brought back them to his house when he sold the lake place. She called to tell me that she had given them all away to one person and she was very pleased with how much space was now available to her in the shed. I don't begrudge her wanting to get rid of them, my kids didn't even particularly use them once they went to my parents...maybe once in the last four years. I vividly remember though, the day my dad brought those bikes from a garage sale and how much fun we all had that day...and many subsequent days as well. Today is a day where that kind of memory hurts a lot. I am so grateful that we had those days, but I can't help but be a little sad today that they are over.
It doesn't help that this has occurred on the same day that I faced another reminder of just how alone we are in this town. I need help with transporting kids on Thursday and the few I've felt comfortable asking aren't available. It will all work out though...it always does.
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