Flowers for Mommy.

 I always put a flower in the old tree down in the woods, for you Mommy, for Mother’s Day.

I said to Grandma today riding home from church, “When I die, I want to take a flower to heaven for Jesus and a flower for Mommy to make them happy.”

Kellyn understands remarkably well and much, for 4 years old. She says she wants Mommy Keri to come back, so she can play with her. She does not however, understand what ALS is.

And neither do we.

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