By the Funeral Home in Ephrata. It’ll hit some of the local print media in the next couple of days.
Obviously, it’s been an exceedingly hard week for Dad. We’ve had a chance to talk about some of the details, his wishes for her, and even some preplanning for the day we all hope will be many decades away.
I’ve even thought more seriously about some preplanning for my wife and I — even if only to purchase our final resting places.
A bit of a mental excursion from this and last week’s events:
Remember: Meat is murder… tasty, tasty murder.
A bit of a mental excursion from this and last week’s events:
Sadly, not nearly enough Hams are like this (seen here). Though I might know a couple of Geeks who may show an interest.
Time to start working on my upgrade from General to my Extra ticket.
January last year, my step mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. My father immediately selected a name for his newest woodworking project in her honor…and assigned himself the task of having it in the water before the inevitable.
The Lady Ann sat, waiting for her master’s hand to finish her sails and rigging–while mother Ann takes her Master’s hand late Friday in the presence of her husband and sons.
More of a mother to us both over the years than we ever deserved.
Goodbye, mother.
Though late, The Lady Ann will find the sea.
And now, no Post on Saturdays.
So, if they go through with it, you can be sure that they’ll also kick the price of stamps up, too.
the rest of me 