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A Wonderful Passing

By on Jul 7, 2016 in Aging, Musings | 0 comments

I meet with a group of seniors every week to work on writing the stories of our lives down to be passed on to our families. One of the gentlemen in our group ended his weekly essay with the memory of how well his wife had died. That interested me because my mother also died well. She and I had been extremely close, and many years before she died I asked her to try to tell me, when the time came, what she was experiencing. She made no guarantees, but promised to try. When inevitably that awful time did arrive, I was grief stricken to know I would soon lose her. To be honest, I had forgotten about the promise, but she apparently had not. Mother was home and on hospice for a week before she died, and my siblings and I were all with her. Each day, I could tell she was a little less in this realm and a little more in the next. She conversed with us less frequently and seemed preoccupied...

Lucy’s Back!

By on Jul 3, 2016 in Aging, Funny, Marriage | 0 comments

This post appeared in my original blog back in 2011. It is a bit long, but I love it so much that I decided to reprint it here: I recall with disdain the first time I colored my hair. Being unfamiliar with the various products available, I pored over every shade of brown that Walmart offered, looking for the one that would best match my natural hair color – dark brown. I desperately wanted to cover the gray, but didn’t want the change in my hair color to be blatantly obvious to friends, family and co-workers. I finally settled on a L’oreal product with a picture on the front that looked like a pretty fair match. I applied it that day and was dismayed to find the color was too intense – much darker than my natural color. When Gary got home, he looked at me and his eyebrows shot up, but to his credit, he didn’t say anything right at first. “I know. It’s awful isn’t it?” “No,” he...

Me Old? Nah.

By on Jun 29, 2016 in Aging, Birthdays, Funny | 0 comments

I remember listening to the Beatles sing “When I’m Sixty-Four” when I was a teenager and thinking what a long time it would be before I would be that old. Really? It seems no time at all since I was sixteen – at least to me. But just a few days ago, I turned, not sixty-four, but an mind blowing sixty-five. I realize that at this esteemed point in my life there are some things I should probably no longer attempt – like rearranging all the furniture without help or bending over and coming back up too quickly. But for the most part, I feel really good, and I wouldn’t hesitate to have a go at most things. That’s the beauty of living in America. Anything is still...

Self(ie) Loathing

By on May 17, 2016 in Aging, Funny, Musings | 0 comments

How is it that almost everyone in the world except me can take selfies and actually look good in them? I have tried every angle imaginable, but I always end up looking like a prime candidate for the Texas State Home for the Bewildered. Is there a tutorial? I tried a selfie stick, but it didn’t work for me. I just looked like a smaller dementia victim. Then I dropped my...