tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341581339299442511.post293749216763996484..comments2023-05-07T08:07:40.191-07:00Comments on A Novel's Journey: It's hell to get oldDistract the Shoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17018893073661453100noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341581339299442511.post-38639529901137984602010-02-22T21:37:53.375-08:002010-02-22T21:37:53.375-08:00LOL! I'm glad you liked it. Later that night ...LOL! I'm glad you liked it. Later that night they had an agruement and my mom told my dad she wasn't sure she wanted to be in the same urn as him anymore. That she and Heidi would get their own urn. I can't image talking about death the way they do-so open, so unafriad. If they are, they're not showing it. You should come to my dad's 85 birthday party. He'd love to see you there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15960951488566361190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341581339299442511.post-52504877767961031282010-02-22T16:24:02.236-08:002010-02-22T16:24:02.236-08:00This post is beautiful and sad and a little morbid...This post is beautiful and sad and a little morbid. Thank goodness for Russ. I can just picture you mom and dad standing side by side, walker and cane. It is funny how often I think of them...well, especially your mom when I am trying to find a parking spot. Sixty five years~! And they still want to be with each other. Perhaps I should show Teddy Bear this post...she is so cynical. Your mom looks at the bright side without being naive. <br /><br />Tell your folks I love them when you talk to them.Happy Hour...Somewherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12006873159933226231noreply@blogger.com