Loretta McMillan

Hey Mom, Last night Bridget and I took the dogs to the Gazebo concert. A Bit of Irish Street Band was the band. Bowline and Missee flirted shamelessly with anyone around us. They made many friends and got lots of petting. I don't think I had been to one of the Gazebo Concerts since I last went with you and Dad. The music was pretty good, but they didn't do the Armed Forces Salute you used to love. Best they could do was American the Beautiful and She's a Grand Old Flag. There were only a...

It´s Mother´s Day, and Saturday was the Kentucky Derby. Trillium are blooming, and birds of all kinds have returned to Springwater. All things remind me of you. Happy heavenly Mother´s Day, Mom. Love and miss you.

Miss you, Mom. So many things are cropping up in my life that remind me of you: Things you went through and things I'm glad you didn't have to deal with. The phrase "Mom likes birds" pops up in my conversation more often than you'd expect, and these days I'm the one who has your "nose like a hawk" when Mark asks me to "Sniff this. Is it still good?" One thing will never ever go sour: our love for you!

Watch for cardinals today. Hey Mom.

Mom, thank you for teaching me by example how to take care of people. It's been my highest calling, like it was yours. Ginny

Wishing I could call and hear your voice again. I remember listening to your end of daily calls with your sisters. I loved hearing you sing to us. I've passed along some of those songs to all my kids, and to Savvy. I'm sorry he, Maur and Aidan never had the chance to get to know you. Thank you for helping Maur find me. I miss you, Dad and the boys.

Nine years, Mom. It seems so much longer. And you´d be 100 this year. Happy heavenly birthday. Love and miss you, Dad, and the boys.