I Missed It!
The phone rang about 8:15 pm. It was son Jon. “Mom, did you realize we missed the rally?” “Oh, no.” I answered. “I’m so sorry! I kept thinking all day that I had forgotten something. Now I know what!” I quickly checked my calendars—the one in my purse and the one on the wall and the one on my phone. Not there! I had forgotten to record the event. Forgetting. It happens too often the older I get. I was…