Thursday, May 3, 2012

Being There

This post is by Britta King in honor of her mother, Denise.

I will always remember that one day when we were sitting at a stoplight and in the lane beside us there was a car being towed. I looked toward you and said, “ WHY would someone park there?” After I saw your “you’re kidding, right?” look, I realized that the car wasn’t parked there but had broken down and we laughed for the next five minutes strait. There are numerous days when I feel like that car, in the middle of a bad situation and broken down, and you always pick me up and ensure me everything will be okay, just like the tow truck did. Thank you for always being there for me, I love you so much!

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