How Long Will You Mourn Me ?
Good morning and Happy Friday. As we end the month of Gratitude in September I once again think back to something that happened in my youth. My Mother bought me and my sister a dog. We decided to name the dog King but my Mother nicknamed him Pooh Dog since he never grew to be very tall. Those who know my Mother knows that she does this voice and acts like a dog may be talking and to me it is hilarious but I would communicate with King aka Poo dog through my Mother's voice. As a young boy I had a tendency to not clean up after the Pooh, walk Pooh or spend much time after Pooh after the newness of him coming into our home had worn off. So the responsibility that should have been squarely on my shoulder I passed along to my Mother who had a full time job and two children to care for and sometimes my other sisters when they were over. But instead of taking care of the dog my Mother shipped Pooh Dog away to Florida. I as well as my sister Angela was sad. One day Mother called an...