The worst part about getting old is the number of funerals you have to attend for the loved one going before you. I’ve buried my parents, my mother in law, then my wife and most recently my brother with good friends and acquaintances scattered in between. It’s tough.
I am so sorry
My condolences. Sad. but true.
There are two milestones I haven’t yet passed, the one where there are more dead people in your address book than live ones, and the one where most people in that book’s names end with MD...
My folks used to live 6 months in a place like posted in #9.
Dad hated it cause every winter when they would get down there all everyone talked about was those that didn’t come back because they fell, died or whatever over the summer.
Only reason they were there was he kept his Grand Banks 4 miles away.
He called the place “Aushwitz”.
Mom sold it after he died and moved back to the old hood 365.
I wont be going to one of those communities.
Rather be in a neighbor hood of mixed ages and try my best to mingle with as many as possible as she did. She got plenty of help from all the “youngsters” around her till 90 when the cigi butts got her
Yes. Difficult. My first experience with death in the
family came when I was 9 yrs. old. Aunt Willie died at
72, back when they laid people out in their own living
rooms in their caskets. (Aunt Willie & I used to sleep in
a bed in that same living room when I was little.)
Some of her kids still lived at home. She had always
cooked big platters of country ham, fried eggs & biscuits
for breakfast. - When we visited Uncle Albert and the
grown kids later on; they were sitting around eating
cereal out of little boxes (back when the companies were
making the little boxes where they would hold milk. So,
no dishes to wash.) It was sad. We finally quit going.
Then, at 12, my grandmother passed away. . . and now, at
almost 71, I’ve quit counting. - When the illegal Mexican
killed my 40 yr. old cousin & her young husband in a
car crash; that was a hard pill to swallow. They left
small children for grandparents to raise. The illegal was
drunk & ran a red light.