I finally feel like doing a new post

Barbara Ann has been gone from this Earth nearly a year... I talk to her daily, I even ask her to help me bowl a Strike. When she was here living in my hometown with her husband and grandchildren within fifty miles. She knew me as "Bobby". I knew her as "Mom".
It's a shame, really, that my Mom didn't live long enough to get to know the man that I became... Oddly enough I feel as though the rest of my family have also left this plane of existence. I have made numerous calls to the home phone in Whitman, I even gave my Dad a way out- Place a call back to me and I'll call back. My cell plan includes long distance. But still no chat time with my Dad. ERRRRRgggh!
Oh well his loss actually, I have other concerns on my plate that require my attention...