|1990 or so. I think. Help me Naea?|
I had started the day just thinking that my insomnia was getting the best of me and felt as though I just may be starting to lose it. A little bit of crying at my computer and I was good to go. I, personally, don't see anything wrong with a little cry now and then. It always makes me feel better!
I head out to an appointment and get a call from my darling Lorenzo. I miss it because I'm in my noisy Ruby (Jeep Wrangler) so I call her back.
"Momma, did you listen to my voicemail?" Lorenzo said. "I am having a crying jag! I woke up this morning and started thinking about Nana."
My momma, her Nana, died eight years ago in September.
I had been thinking about her on and off all week as well. It hadn't really hit me why I was thinking about her because I think about her often.
We now know why we were weeping. Even if you don't think you consciously remember; it's down there in your brain.
Love you my Momma. Miss you always.