What began as a long two-week stay in Amarillo for Mom ended up flying by in a flash, especially the last few days. She was a great help with the boys, and while it had to have been overwhelming at times, I know she tucked away handfuls of memories to dwell on in the months we’re apart.
There are many photos to sort through, but here is one of us at the Palo Duro Canyon, taken on one of the few times I got out of the car.
