Grandma Henke

I wish I could go back to this day when I sat by Mom and held her hand at my brother’s house in Highland,Utah.    This was taken in January 2007 … just a couple of weeks before the sudden death of my brother, Chick … three months before Mom’s death.     Sometimes I just ache to pick up the phone and call her and chat and laugh like in the old days before she became so forgetful and when questions didn’t make her mind go blank.    Some days I want to go back farther than that and close my eyes and be cuddled on her lap in the big leather rocking chair while she sings me lullabies and songs that tell sad stories.      I don’t know … I don’t think I’ll ever quit missing Mama.