Visiting Doug's Grave

On our way to Galveston, we stopped to see Doug's grave. Doug is an old friend of the family that I loved very much. He was a troublesome sort and worked too hard. He died at age 55. He still has no grave stone. Some pains are to hard to heal, I guess. He DOES however have a little river stone, bearing his name and the dates of his birth and death.

Mom dug out some weeds around it.

It was hard to say goodbye to mom, but she did leave on Sunday morning. I was barely able to say goodbye, I had such a migraine. But now that I'm off of Zofran, I'm better. Wish she was here again so I could give her a proper goodbye.