Butch is still on a slow boat to health. At least he is on board. Being 84 in real-time and somewhere around 50 in your head can be frustrating. If we take baby steps in the right direction, we will eventually reach our goal of having suitable health for our lifestyle.
Yesterday, a lifelong friend of mine passed away. I have mentioned Mickey on this blog in the past. We have known each other since 3rd grade, and our lives have intertwined ever since. She found out she had cancer about 4 years ago and has been in a fight for her life ever since. A couple of years were not too bad for her, but the past two have been challenging. She was placed in hospice in January and a care facility in May. I tried to visit her frequently, trying to make her days shorter. She assured me it worked. Due to her nature, she hung on dearly till the end. I will miss her, of course.
There were four of us who ran around together in our teen years: Mickey, Jean, Valeta, and me. I once again am the last one standing. In my 82 years, I have learned to roll with the punches. It may be a blessing. Sometimes I do wonder.
Jean, Barb and Mickey
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