Thank everyone . . .
I'm just taking a few minutes to be with friends before finishing up the phone calls. Sounds like we've got the whole brood coming in from all over the U.S. & Canada for the funeral.
Gonna be a tough week . . .
It's wonderful that you were able to spend her final days with her.
Friday I read a poem in one of those ridiculous chain/spam letters that was sent to me, and it caused me to stop and see my Grandma on the way home from work. I don't make an effort to go see her too often, but the smile on her face that day makes me thing this may become a regular Friday stop.
Here's the poem;
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.