We're all alive. Punky's now 86 years old & hanging in there. Peder is graduating this year from the same high school my parents attended, scored 31 on his ACT, and planning a career in engineering or computers. He set up my gallery's website for me (I'm still challenged by doing an attachment to an email) , you'll have to check it out sometime. www.gallerylacrosse.com
Understand the pills thing... taking about 15 of them every day myself since the heart attack. Life was much more simple when I just had to remember to take an aspirin and a vitamin each a few times each week because of family history. Hearing a cardiologist I once worked with say "for a woman of your age you have remarkably clean vessels , however...", when laying in a CCU bed, with all of the customary gadgets attached to me, was interesting in a very strange way. So, with pills, prayer, and physical activity, I go forth living every day as fully as possible. Remember way back in the 70's when I'd get that pain I called my stupid little "boob cramp"? It was actually angina! Who expects that before the age of 20?! Especially with all of the aerobic sports stuff I've been into my whole life. I just took it as a sign that I needed to train harder, and did so... thus my other vessels grew beyond where they normally would have, to compensate for my being born with a very defective LAD... and so I am alive.
"This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Every day that one awakens on the right side of the sod is off to a good start.
Hey - Haven't seen you since the grocery store parking lot! Life has taken a couple of turns for both of us in the recent years. How are your doing? Life as a widower is interesting. We really should get together sometime. Do you ever get out? I have made it to the ladies night at the Club and keep running into people from the past. I keep wondering if I will run into you.