My Father died on June 4, 1998 and my mother on June 7th 2004. Both under horrible conditions. I did go to the cemetery and left flowers and talked to them. It did make be feel a bit better.
My name is also on the stone with a date of birth, but I am seriously thinking of cremation vs burial. I will talk to my best friend and my mortician about it also.
If you pick me a flower, I’ll wear it. I’ll stash little notes for you where you least expect them. I don’t have many firsts left, but I’d like someone who I could offer all of my lasts. We’ll make history together. I’ll wait for you even if you’re late - and I won’t complain about it. Promise. Kindness to cashiers, valets, waiters and maddeningly slow postal clerks who would try the patience of Gandhi is a must. I will feel safe and most at peace in your arms. When you’re counting aloud, I’ll try
I was posting on JUB at about 3pm and there was a knock at the door. I went to the door and opened it. There stands a big guy in a heavy parka with hood.
Where's Timmy he says. I asked who Timmy was and he said he lives here. I told him there was no Timmy here, just me and Scot upstairs. He pushes me aside and runs up the stairs. Scot opened the door as he heard the commotion. He pushed the guy down the stairs and ran down to push him outside. In the meantime I had grabbed
Back in the 1985, a few days before Christmas, an elderly couple came to the front desk of the Detox Unit,with a large Fruit Basket. They explained that they received 2 of them and would never eat all that fruit before it went bad.
They then said they thought the patients might like it.
After the AA meeting the patients came out of the Dayroom and began eating the contents.
Two young female patients had picked some Walnuts from the bottom of the basket and asked if