Good God, I am getting old

Have you ever said, "I won't become like my parents?" I said it, too, when I was younger ... much younger. It was bad enough I would catch myself saying something, almost word for word, to one of my children something that one, or both, of my parents had said to me when growing up. Then, just the other day, I looked in the mirror and saw my mother. Well, it looked like her but wearing my clothes and looking back at me with my eyes. Then it dawned on me: I had turned into my parents!

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Friday, March 9

My Mother's Funeral, And Wake, Was So Her

Now I couldn't talk about ...

Dec 2012: This story has been moved to another site maintained by Carol Wells-Perlaky.

Friday, March 2

Brain meet Mouth, Mouth meet Brain - Now perhaps you can think BEFORE speaking

I have gone to funerals of three people, close to me, in ...

Dec 2012: This story has been moved to another site maintained by Carol Wells-Perlaky.

Good God, I am getting old

Friday, March 9

My Mother's Funeral, And Wake, Was So Her

Friday, March 2

Brain meet Mouth, Mouth meet Brain - Now perhaps you can think BEFORE speaking

Without hesitating, how old do you feel at this very moment?

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