We’ve all heard that phrase, but as I approach six decades, I’m beginning to think I fit more accurately into that category than the “middle-age” bracket I’d like to claim. Certainly, my body creaks and groans like an old, sagging door, and my stiff joints remind me of our twelve-year-old Cocker Spaniel when she first … More Growing Old… Gracefully?
I can’t help wondering what my mom is thinking tonight – after fifty-five years in one house, this is her last night there. This is the place where she brought up her two little girls, the place where Dad farmed, where life was lived. It’s over; another chapter has closed in her book of life. … More When Life is Over…LIVE!!!