I keep forgetting to tell you guys about our drive through Colorado in November.
There we were, driving away from the snow for the rest of the year (which is my favorite thing in the whole world, can someone please tell me why my parents don’t like to live there when it’s snowing?), when Dad takes the doghouse on wheels and makes this sharp turn down a little bumpy road.
We went to an old mining town that’s so old it’s not even on the map. They heard about this place, “Willard,” from my friend Karma. She is a really nice Tripawd mom, you should meet her! She’s in the Tripawds chat most evenings.
Anyhow, we were going to this town where Karma growed up (she doesn’t live there anymore). And we were gonna go see it ’cause it’s not too often we’re in that part of Colorado. It’s not too often anypawdy is in that part. I mean it’s WAY out there.
Karma told us that her Momma Cynthia, who got her angel wings when Karma was very young, is in the cemetery here in this little town. Since Karma is on the other side of the country and can’t go visit, we wanted stop and pay our respects for her.
She told us where her Mom is located, under a pretty tree all by itself. Karma says having a tree is a very big deal because there aren’t too many trees out in the prairie. She’s right. But it’s nice and pretty anyways.
We paid our respects and left this charm for Mrs. B. Can you see it in the flowers?
They say leaves don’t fall far from the tree and that it’s like that with pawrents too. I agree. If Cynthia was anything like Karma, she was one super duper nice lady.
Thank you Mrs. B. Karma is pretty kewl.