I remember teaching Greg to cha cha in the long hallway in our house. James Taylor was playing on the stereo (is that an old word?) and Greg said that he didn't know how to "Cha Cha Cha" so I told him I'd teach him. We started the song again, and before the song was over, Greg could cha cha - in spite of how hard we laughed. I miss him.
Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. ~ Desmond Tutu ~
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Monday, July 17, 2017
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Movie Memories
Mamma Mia
A couple months ago on a gray, rainy day, Greg stopped by.
"I'm ready to escape the gray day with a movie." I said. "Interested?,"
"I'm in," He replied, settling himself in HIS chair.
A couple months ago on a gray, rainy day, Greg stopped by.
"I'm ready to escape the gray day with a movie." I said. "Interested?,"
"I'm in," He replied, settling himself in HIS chair.
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