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This story could have had a much different outcome if it hadn't been for the wonderful owner and staff of The Green Burrito in Cypress.



My oldest brother and I took Mom back to The Green Burrito a couple days after her return. We thanked the staff and they told my Mom how good it was to see her again.



When they left us, she wanted to know who they were so we explained that they were the ones who found her and made sure she returned home safely. She insisted she had never… Continue

Pondering on the vanished part, how does a 84-year old woman vanish?



My first thought and greatest fear is that someone offered her a ride. How else could a 84-year old with a walker and numerous health issues stay hidden for so long?



If you think about it for too long, it will drive you crazy. I went from being in shock to disbelief to fear to even anger. Anger at the gentleman who left her walk out.



I told my sister in the parking lot that afternoon that if we… Continue

I apologize for waiting so long to post this and promise not to make you wait as long for the next part.



So...



After talking with Tom and my sister, I got back in my car and drove my nephew to my house. I left him there in case Mom showed up and then I went to the Sheriff Department.



Can you guess which Deputy was in the front when I showed up? You guessed it! The same one I had a problem with the last time I was in.



Our conversation… Continue

Where do I start? It's been so long since I've posted on here on a regular basis. For those of you who know me, this won't be anything new to you. I guess I'll start with an event which happened in March. A life changing event. This seems to be the most logical place to start.



On Sunday, March 15th, I went out to breakfast with a dear friend of mine. Because of work schedules and family commitments, we're only able to get together once every couple of months. We can spend hours… Continue

Why is it we become fixated on tragic events

Such as a broken heart?

Certainly good things happen in life

But bad memories seem easier to recall I suppose.

I have never met anyone who has claimed

To have never had one ounce of good in their life.

Yet bitterness seems to take over

And while grasping the heart,

Sinks thorny barbs into its beating flesh

Squeezing the pulsating tissue until a wall of concrete

Ten feet deep and ten miles high… Continue