Streaking

I remember when Bekah and I were little, Grandma would sometimes help Mom giving us a bath and such. We lived in Grandma's trailer park, so she had given us a bath at her house. The problem came when Grandma realized she had no clean clothes for us (except underwear) and she had thrown our dirty things in the washer.

So...since only a few people lived in the trailer park, and it was after dark, Grandma told us to just run over to our trailer (at the other end of the trailer park) and get some clothes, and that no one would see because it was dark. Well, Mom and Uncle Daniel (maybe Uncle Steve and/or Joe too...I really can't remember) were outside doing some work on one of the trailer lots...so when we get about 1/3 of the way to our trailer...Grandma yells out the door "Look at them little streakers" or something to that effect. So duh, they noticed us. Of course everyone got a huge laugh except me and Bekah...we were mortified. Leave it to Grandma to play such a mean trick on us.

I love remembering these times. I feel so close to Rebekah when I think of things we went through together as children. It has been over a year now since she passed away and sometimes seems like so much longer. Other times, I feel as though I just spoke with her last week. I still dream about talking to her or doing things with her, and I wouldn't trade those dreams for the world...and I still miss her every single day.