We need to celebrate the possible.

Thanks

Geez, I'm crying, Gerard. That was beautiful. Thank you.

Nothing like getting a Sunday morning under way like a good cry! That was lovely and so bittersweet. A week ago yesterday was my father's graveside service. He died September 16....on his 93rd birthday...after his first-ever ambulance ride to the hospital. I was my parents' only child and they had two wonderful grandsons who attended. He joined my mother and his parents, as well as my husband, on a beautiful October day with full military honors and a missing man flyover of WWII-era planes. He was a pilot of a B29 flying 35 missions to Japan from Saipan. He was truly a member of the greatest generation and a wonderful father and Gramps. I was blessed to travel with him this past March back to Saipan and to visit also Tinian and Hawaii. What a fabulous trip to share with him! I so miss his company and counsel but know that he is up there flying once again and sharing stories and love with the rest of my family.

"Every affection that depends on some 'thing', when that thing is gone that affection is gone. But that which is not dependent on some 'thing' is never gone."
--Wisdom of the Sages (Ethics of the Fathers)

Being married for 71 years is no longer possible because * American Women. *
I have asked several women why they have been married multiple times after leaving good men. They all answered, "I thought I could find something better." Whats better than a good man?

What a nice family, crying here too; let's transform back to that kind of family and society

I'm blessed with the same kind of family, but only half as many kids. When you hit really old age, and you're reasonably healthy, financially secure, and have a lifetime helpmate at your side, you reach a point where family is the only thing that still matters. I sometimes wonder what matters to those oldsters who never had a family.

Include me with Jewel, thanks

Last Saturday I drove my parents' car to Florida - they flew there. Dad is 83, mom is 82. They have been married since 1957. They are still in love.

I think I do not know how that works. I know I am grateful it does. And I will drive the car back and forth between Michigan and Florida until they tell me to stop. I pray it will be for many years that I get to drive their car twice a year.

Salt of the earth.

I know we must, but we are losing the best of us.