Still mourning my big, precious lug, Hughie. Asked Ted, "What is it exactly we saw in him?" Not in the sense of "What could we possibly have seen in the guy," but "What was was it exactly that so endeared this man to us?" If we knew, maybe we could have bottled it. Like a [...]
Word for the Day: "Embarrassment." Do you still remember what that means? I don't. And you can throw out "Privacy," too. Does anyone have a dictionary? That's because everybody here has had someone, most likely wearing a white coat, trespass on their "private property." Or been close to someone who has. Since DH's (Dear Husband's) [...]
Joke or Fable? I read a joke to my husband the other day, and he said, "This is not just funny, it's philosophical." So I rolled my eyes and said, "You're such an egghead. What are you talking about?" He replied, "It's making the point that you should never rush into anything. You have to [...]
My Dearest Hugh: The world feels shrunken without you. When I go out, I feel like a massive presence is missing. I'm talking about you, Hughie. Am happy for you, but sad for me. For your eulogy, I chose to talk about my favorite poem, and specifically, my favorite verse. "On My First Son" is [...]
These are from Curtis Palmer, originally posted in alt.support.cancer.prostate. Enjoy, and send me your own. Curtis wrote: "Biopsies are no joke, but a physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his male patients while he was performing their biopsies. I must say I was excited to see this, because there is a [...]