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Last night it was raining, and as I lay there I listened it hitting on a piece of awning. It brought back thoughts of back in the 40's and early 50's when I lived in an old house with a tin roof over the kitchen area. One end of the room a gas heater and two wooden rockers sat. I didn't know it then but we were in style. chuckle We had a kitchen, dining room, and a den together.

The rain would be so loud hitting the tin that it was hard to hear what the other one said. The roof leaked in the other room, so when it rained the pots went under the leaks. Drip drip drip.

When the afternoon thunderstorms came though in the summer it was swift, thunder lightning, sometimes hail and rain. Afterwards it was so refreshingly cool. The dog would want in, and would run to hide under the bed. I ran and got in the big old bed and hid under the covers. It was one of the iron bedsteads so it was high off the floor. It was the same bed that at night I ran and would jump in as I knew there was someone with a sword that was going to cut my legs off if I got near it!

I thought I was safe in that big old bed. Nothing could get to me! I was home, mamma was there, the dog under the bed, and I was well hid from the lightning! Little did I know. I do know now that if I hide in my Father, for sure nothing can get to me as He is protecting me.

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After the rain, I would go out and find all the low places in the yard and play in the water. We had lush grass and the low spots had nice pure clean rain water in them.

Also mom and I would go walking down the road, and I would find all the water to walk though. It was so nice and warm. On the days it didn't rain we walked in the afternoon and I would pick flowers from the ditch. I always got one for momma and one for daddy.

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Mom is 93 now, is in a nursing home. Her mind goes and comes. She had many small strokes and they effected her memory. She still has that same sweet Irish face. When she smiles it just lights up. I do not get to see her very often. It is near 8 hours to get there. Daddy passed away some months ago, and I know a time will come when all I have of both of them are memories. They will be alive, fresh and as wonderful as the time they were being made. My Father in heaven has told me that He will watch over me better than they ever could.

Today we am making memories with our son. Someday I hope he will be the one telling others of the times we went out in the summer and watched the stars, planets, and the moon. Of all the times late at night we stayed up like night owls sharing fun time. Of silly times, and serious times, hugs and I love you's, precious times that leaves precious memories. Thanks son for the ones you have already given us.

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