tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34097600.post3964988268973461119..comments2024-01-24T08:28:03.051-08:00Comments on CatBookMom's Yarns: There Are No WordsCatBookMomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13539824268008907535noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34097600.post-8250548371918303852008-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:002008-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:00That is very difficult. One of my friends, who was...That is very difficult. One of my friends, who was 74, died in the middle of a conversation with her husband. It stunned all of us who knew her.<BR/><BR/>My dad died at 67, but we knew he was dying for a year and that it would be about a year. Still too young.<BR/><BR/>Just not losing touch is sometimes the best thing possible.Sarah Laurensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09252565450452195395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34097600.post-75611078123518809372008-08-16T04:30:00.000-07:002008-08-16T04:30:00.000-07:00Oh, man. From someone's who's been on that other e...Oh, man. <BR/>From someone's who's been on that other end of horror. There really is nothing to be done, but every expression of love and concern helps.<BR/><BR/>I am going to think of your post all this weekend, while I pick used floss from between the cushions and dirty glasses while thanking god for every day with my funny fat man, even if he does steal my jokes.<BR/><BR/>Love to you.Madame Leiderhosenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15621871242132180048noreply@blogger.com