Mom


This picture tells the story. Mom had a fatal sadness.


This is the spot by the lake where they found her. I’m building a memorial.

I spent all day, rolling out these tires by hand about 1/4 mile from my dad’s used tractor tire pile behind the barn. It’s just junk, but hopefully it will keep the rushes from growing in this spot and then I can construct something in the future.


Mom always wanted me to help gather these fallen branches. She always did it by herself. I just jogged around and gathered all of these, all day.