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Las Vegas ... now a memory ... maybe.

Since spending last week in LV clearing out the storage unit for good, I've been thinking of all the things I miss about LV:

My mom, of course. And my dad, who died in 1984. Missing them never goes away. It softens and there are more smiles and great memories, yet the missing lingers.
Sunrise Mountain;
the smell of the air just after it's rained;
exploring the desert around our house;
climbing the mesa from different points;
the view of the mountains from the house;
driving down Russell Road on the way home;
eating dinner around the dining room table, that whacky yet cool chandelier Mom had designed hanging overhead;
Mom making a shitload of noise in the kitchen - slamming cupboard doors, etc. - which I'm sure was her way of trying to get my dad and me to wake up in the morning;
Mom teaching me how to play different card games and then playing them together;
how excited I got when my half-sisters were coming to visit; how exciting it was when my youngest half-sis lived with us ... even when she could outrun me with her crutches.

Oh, the list goes on and on ... but those are the first ones to surface.

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huggscancer
Mar. 14th, 2007 05:45 am (UTC)
*huggs tight*
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