One Fine Day

The inspiring funeral of the 64 year old neighbor who died of kidney failure was over.

Six of us in our early 70's were gathered in a small cluster at the back of the chapel.

Al recounted his recent experience with sepsis in his knee and a near operation; then his two-night stay in the hospital with heart problems.

His wife, Sandy, said that her battle with cancer seemed to be going fine and that all her teeth /mouth problems were hopefully resolved for the time being.

Linda mentioned that as long as she continued to ride the recumbent bicycle, she should be fine without having to get more shots for her back/sciatica problems.

Jerry's visit to the doctor within the last month was helpful for dealing with his on-going health issue.

RAH had just wrenched his back while moving plants in his yard; he was still in pain from that.

Honestly, it was like a conversation from a comedy show; only it was real.

One of the six spoke up and said something like, "Listening to this conversation after the funeral of our friend who died too young, reminds me that we MUST live each day to its fullest!"

So, I drove straight to the See's Candy Shoppe.