Last September 9th, my mother called me at work to let me know that Tammie had cancer and that it was inoperable. There couldn't have been a worse prognosis, as she was given just a month to live. I was just stunned during my conversation and after I hung up the phone, I needed to leave work for a while in attempt to clear my head. If it weren't for the fact that I was the only librarian on that night, I wouldn't have come back. About a week later, I started this blog.
Today, I was thinking back to an old 45 record that Tammie used to have. We used to dance to it and act out these crazy skits. I remember that it only worked if she had her boots on and somewhere along the way, starting stomping stuff. Thanks Nancy Sinatra for some wonderful memories.
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