Happy Birthday Lizzie

I hope you see this. And....I wish I could be there to celebrate with you. We could go to the thrift shop and be goofy as usual.  Of course I know where you would spend part of your time while we were there. 💕 I love you Sissy. Have a wonderful birthday. Hey, you are getting old.  😳

Revisited

Revisited indeed.  I was looking around on my iPad for something and came across our blog. The last thing posted was my happy birthday wish to you Lizzie. Seems with texting and Facebook we just don't take the time to share anything on this blog. Of course we are missing the writer of all writers. I can't bring myself to read Diane's blogs right now. I know many are funny, but at the moment I am missing her so much. Just writing about her brings an ache to my heart. Is she knowing that?  What happens when we die?  These are things  I think of a bit more these days as the years roll by and I am getting closer to that reality.

Never fear, I am not feeling depressed about how damn old I am. In fact I am grateful for each year I have been given. It is just my curiosity about the hereafter. I am unafraid.  So much so that I continue to visit the nursing home each week and look into the watery eyes of those closer to the end than I appear to be, but who knows. My main fear is one day I will visit and they will show me to my own room. NOOOOOO.  I have seen those trays of horrible looking food.

Speaking of the nursing home I am going this afternoon to help with a sock hop. I think most of the hopping will be done by the staff and volunteers, but the residents will enjoy having something different in their day.

I wonder if you will see my words Sisters without reminding you our blog still exists. I love you both so very much.

Lori