A perfect day for me to stop by I have enjoyed reading everyones posts GREAT ONES and all I agree with ..yesterday my dear friend and companion for 9 years memorial service was held and today his daughter and husband left for home and my oldest daughter and her husband did likewise My other children who live locally have always been there for me so I am blessed many times over.. The poem do not go gently was used on his card at the funeral home...it was my choice and his daughter loved it because we both agreed he was a Fighting Irish man and had fought the good fight. the pain of his death and suffering was not what hurt as much as the failure of a local hospital who sent him home a day before we were able to admit him to a VA hospital for help >>>there was no help but medicine to relieve his pain and allow him finally take his last sleep...My husband died in 1994 and God and he sent two special men who had lost their spouses to give me companionship and the the one who just died GOD sent because had he not come here he would have died nine years ago from problems that were ignored in his home state .. Bypass surgery and chemo for lymphoma and a determination to survive gave him the the extra years and his family became mine and joined my family in helping him.. they had him for the extra years and those years gave me a purpose . there were times when I wept when I was cooking some special meal for him ..not because I had to to cook for him but because I had someone to cook for... My children are asking once again what I will do now at 81 ...I told the what I have always done .. Live until I die. Seniornet saved me when my husband died, and poetry did the same...it has been the one constant support ..encouraged me to classes at the local University . And while I no longer hear the poetry my groups reads they hear mine and make me welcome when we read at Barnes and Nobles and at a local coffee shop each month < my house looks like a disaster but I havent cared about that For me housekeeping is a chore.. Living for is being here , writing and reading poetry, writing stories , and essays, reading every book I can , pampering the birds in my backyard, taking care of two large Golden Retriviers , making my own clothes and clothes for my oldest daughter who became legally blind just before her 40th birthday .she will be 58 this septembe and she has never stop living...her circle of friends take her places when her husband cant. She had been president of the Woman;s Group . serves on the state board for the handicapped and has web site for the county where she lives.. and does so much you wonder how She gives me credit for giving her the ability to keep living , accepting what life has offered and has the same determintion that she was going to LIVE until she dies.. the other poem I am fond of is Death be not proud for we believe as the poet did ...when we leave here we will go where death does not exist....for years I lied about my age and said I was 22.. and frankly that is the age I feel I do not recognize the face in the mirror and whenever I go somewhere and look into a mirror I wonder who is that looking back at me I tell people I have magic mirrors in my home In fact there have been times when someone showed me picture of me taken at some event and I dont recognize myself I know that cant be me .. Perhaps I am delusional but "You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old" this line has always been mine......I thought it original to me but found out George Burns said it ...so OKAY GEORGE I AGREE>> thank you for having this discussion .. it is the beginning of what I need ..courage to go on ., and I feel GOD Led me here when turned on my computer to relax a bit before I have to start working on getting on with my life BUT I FEEL BLESSED A THOUSAND TIMES OVER FOR THE SPECIAL PEOPLE WHO HAVE SHARED IT WITH ME>.