Hi Mom, Monday the dingle-dangle tree will be cut down. The year you died you the tree died too, like it knew that I could never share that experience with anyone else and have it be as meaningful. I miss you telling me..."Cathy, there's 18 dingle-dangles hanging in that tree!" And I'd say..."Wow, Mom, are ya sure?" Then you'd say... "Yup, I counted them." Everyday you'd tell me the same thing like it was a new discovery, and for you maybe it was. God Mom, I'd give anything to have you count them again...and again...and again...we could have the same conversation a million times and I'd never get tired of it. If only we could...##imported-begin##Cathy##imported-end##