Her-story!

I always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should write it anyway.

Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be done and yet it is something I do not want to do.
Maybe because I am not sure how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and believed.

I was born in Prove, Utah.

My Mom had a very hard time delivering me and nearly died.
My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a small head and many other challenges of life.
Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of India and over the hump.
For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter.

I went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah, to live at Grandpa Glen and Grandma Leila’s home.

[This is Mother's story. Remember her.]

Friday, September 3, 2010

My roommates brother passed away last Sunday morning.
I have so many mixed feelings.
I fell sorry for Karla and pleased that Ray may finally be at peace
or at least hope so.
So many arrangements to be made for D and Karla
and those who want his stuff just can't leave Karla alone.
Just a way to rub salt in the plans or wound as they would say.
I hope they can get all settled
and taken care of so mending of souls can begin.
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  1. in time outSeptember 22, 2010 at 12:48 PM

    hey mom. so sorry for this but happy to hear from you that K is doing well. miss your blogging....what's new NEWS! ...posted an entry for G's b-day coming up. check it out! ttfn!

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