We have been treading water since Christmas, waiting for funeral arrangements. Dying is inconvenient during national holidays. We have had time to think and talk. Tomorrow decisions will I hope be made and a funeral date set.
I am thinking up the briefest way of answering the question, how are you? Other people's afflictions are invariably of greater interest than my own.
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Joe, I won't ask how you are. No doubt you will find that words will be impossible to describe what you're going through at present. All I can do is imagine from experiences personal and what I have witnessed. That'll be bad enough. My thoughts are with you.
I remember Heidi chuckling wickedly at that 'madonna' and her terrible little monsters.
Why must people ask that? I suppose it's a way of their expressing concern but it puts all the burden on you. I'm just so grateful you keep coming back here and maintaining this contact.
Oh dear you.
Went through this last year for our beloved Mom.
I think people say what pops into mind, not always thinking.
Difficult in different ways.
My thoughts are with you as well.
Thinking of you too, Joe. Thank you for keeping in touch here.
Please don't forget to eat something hearty at this heavy time, even though you don't have an appetite. Sending warm strengthening thoughts to you.
Thanks everyone. Today we made big progress. A date. Someone to conduct the service. Some sort of format. I don't know why but sharing with friends such as you and of course Heidi's family and my own makes a lot of difference. Just hope it's not a bore. It's not all bad. We can still laugh as we press on.
A badly wounded US marine was asked that after things had quietened down on Iwo Jima. "Surviving" was his response. Something to add to your range of options.
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