I remember this picture well. It was the day she cut my hair. One of the most difficult times for me to see her so distraught. But after she cut it she felt better. I sure didn't care what I looked like just to know she had stopped crying for her own hair. As you can see she even thinned it out but I still smiled for her. I wanted her to smile too and she did. Right now I would give anything to have her cut my hair again. Anything to have her with me again. I know if she came back she would head straight to my house and be super excited to be with me again. I know she loved me as much as I loved her. Two years have gone by and it still feels like just yesterday that she passed away. The day she died, I was full of emotions. Crying and anger and disgust and more crying and hating. My heart still hurts when I think of all the pain my poor Nettle endured during her battle with breast cancer. Next month on November 5th will be her birthday. I hope and pray I can drive down to visit my baby girl. She will always be my Nettle Poodle.
hey girl I got my dad to read your blog just now and he was amazed and to the point of tears reading the one about when he met mom. He loved it.
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