we all are so set on having our own ways . i kniow thta i am just as good as the next sibling is and i never get the attention thta she  gets and ghe gets .  i know  i want  to go live with my dad  durign the summer break from school just  make it so soon. 

well, guess what ….my brother was the first to die then my sister both from cancer, lung cancer just like grandpa did.  thwn dad died and the very next year  there goes mom.  she went the easiest . mom had a bleeding ulcer. she went ot bed one night and bled to death in her own warm comfy bed. then she had the heart atrtack because after all she did run out of blood.   the other 3 knew they were dying.   now i ma alone. i ma married and have been for 53 years -but-  they are gone.  never to see them ever again.  alone is my word where the family i grew up in  is all gone.   that is not funny!!!  nothing from them anymore. so many one of these days  - are all gone now. one of these days never did get here.  get it while the getting is good not when it is too late!  love ,hug ,and look, and see ,for pete’s sake. see feel know  as much as you can  befor it is too late. GOD HAS SEEN ME THRU THE 4  FUNERALS WHICH I HELPED DO.

Thanks for your wise words, Marlo. And have fun with the play. -Jim

Terry, first of all, my prayers to you and your family. I have your same thoughts on life. Love. Possessions? They do not buy happiness. The love of family and friends means everything.

A sudden death like Natasha’s is hard to cope with but watching a loved one die slowly takes a great toll on any person.   We all will be faced with death at some point.

 Several bouts of life threatening sickness made me stop and think about how short life is.  First, I had to stop and think about life in general.  I know that every human being must eventually die.  That means every man, woman, child, son, daughter, mom, dad, grandchildren of every person.  We must all face that fact and it is hard to do.  Once we face that, it becomes easier to talk about and accept death when it really happens.

I sit by my sister’s side now and see her wasting away and still have somewhat of a hard time understanding why a life with no activity or quality of life goes on.  But it does.  It isn’t time yet.  So I still sit close to her bed and hold her hand and talk to her and fix her pretty hair and paint her nails.  I’m sure she knows I’m there, even if she doesn’t open her eyes.

Mar, I know not if you even glimpse at these posthumous posts, but here’s a bizzare one for you. I don’t know if there’s any truth to it, but I pass it along for your perusal. It’s from some place I never heard of, called The Galen Institute. I’ve condensed a long news release to a few paragraphs:

 "The timeline of the afternoon’s events indicate that the lack of medical equipment - a trauma helicopter and basic CT-scanning equipment at the local hospital - delayed the treatment that may have saved her (Richardson’s) life. According to medical experts, early treatment is crucial when dealing with ah head trauma, where blood pressure builds on the brain, but in this case it took more than 7 hours to get proper treatment."

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Yeah, Terry, that’s probably correct. I just passed the article along as-is, not knowing what is fact and fiction.