8/3/12

I cannot get pictures on here yet.  Not important why.  Today is one week since Mama died.  I have been reading Gone With The Wind for the past few weeks.  The day Mama died, I was sitting beside her bed reading this...
      She was less frightened also because life had taken on the quality of a dream, a dream too     terrible to be real. It wasn't possible that she, Scarlett O'Hara, should be in such a predicament, with the danger of death about her every minute.  It wasn't possible that the quiet tenor of life could have changed so comletely in so short a time.