9-9-78...

 Would have been our 42nd wedding anniversary today.

Haven't thought about that anniversary in a long time.
No idea why I did today.
I usually remember the day he died. 8-9-97.




( anyone figured out how to single space in new blogger?)

You know what I wish?...

I wish TV would drastically cut down on
their cancer commercials.

I fully understand that education of all types is needed
to promote research and awareness but it seems almost
constant. 

You know my sister has been dealing with breast cancer
(metastatic now) for more than eight years.
She does not need to be reminded of all the statistics
and details of every type of the disease, treatment options
and warning signs every minute of every day without end. 

She worries enough as it is. I see it in her eyes.

It's too much.



 

Flashback...

Fifty years ago I was nineteen.
Freshman in college. Dumber than a rock.

Flowers...

I wanted to laugh but you made me cry...

(Doesn't that sound like an old country song?)


her: Mama and Daddy said
come on home.
He doesn't deserve your sweet ass.

him: I'm takin' the dog
and my rusty old truck.
You'll never notice we're gone.

her: If you're takin' the dog
then I'm sellin' the cow.
You spent more time with her anyhow. 




(I think all of you should add a verse or two in comments)