Easter 2017

As you may have seen on my Instagram, on Friday we traveled across the pond to Pennsylvania to see my father for Easter, and to have a holiday here in the U.S.:

He has just been “getting by” without my mother. That is about all. I have noticed this since my mother’s death: he’s not really getting “better.”

Ladies, should your man survive you, don’t imagine that that man who’d been in your life will not miss you terribly after you are gone. Don’t assume he will just pick a new wife off the shelf and go merrily on his way, happily ever after. Don’t think you are “replaceable.”

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Dirty Foreheads

As you may know, yesterday was Ash Wednesday for many Christians. I’m not an “obsessive.” But I do try to observe reasonably.

After getting ashes at church, I stopped in at a small supermarket. At the check-out, the woman cashier – in her late teens to early twenties, I guess – chatted with me briefly. Suddenly, she looked at me a bit strangely.

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