His favorite phrase is like a mantra in my brain today: Getting old is not for sissies. This was my father’s much-used answer to, “How are you doing today, Dad?” At least in his eighties. The decade before, he’d say cheerily, “Finer than frog’s hair, sweetie.” I was never quite sure what that meant but…
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Blink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military precision is his modus operandi. While he was getting ready to board a plane, I was heading back to…
