Love is the sharing of

songs and silences
and the holding of
memories only the
HEART can see -unknown


Photos from my Saturday visit with Mom.

"Honky Tonk Angel" and "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain."

Nice.

There were two men playing guitars...one of the names was Mr. Stokes and I don't know who the other guy was. They played for a good hour or so and the resident's really, really liked it. The guys remembered my sisters---my brother, Steve, used to play drums in their band many years ago...remember "Wipe Out"... they didn't play that one. The music seemed to make the place a little more alive, kinder, softer and warmer.

Sweet memories of my Mom giving me smiles.