April 18, 2008

Four score and more she was a rock. But now. The forces of nature are chipping away. Dust flys from the rock a little each day. Yesterday a scare. Strong pain medicine. Open eyes that did not see. Breath chattering. A prelude of things to be. Electric bed up; she now breathes and sees. The young ignore it, and the old. Until the tsumani rushes in. With age and it's inherent boredom. Life's last great aventure???? Dale Lange

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


God's speed, dear Joyce, God's speed.