I hate to point this out.... but we don't get out of this thing alive you know...
life, that is.
Not to be a downer, but I've been thinking about that a lot lately...mostly because my and my wife's last parent is leaving us. It makes you examine your own mortality a lot.
Here she is:
Ulva Mae (Smith) Holt
She's my wife's mom. Mae is 87, and all there in her mind right to the end. BTW, this is the kind of picture I want to have posted of me when I pass...not something from my 60+ years, but one from my 20's.
I hope you're reading this far, 'cause you should know what a grand lady Mae is. One of "The Greatest Generation". 'Served on Guam in WWII as an Army Nurse. When the wounded came in from Iwo Jima, she might have been the first woman they saw. Oh, the stories she had!...if you could get her to talk about it. Raised 4 kids while working as the head nurse in the Surgical unit at SouthEast Hospital in Cape Girardeau, MO.
There's more...but this is not an obit, just a bit of a self-absorbed and slightly personal post.
We all rush so pell-mell forward. Pity. There's so much to learn from people and their past.
Courvo
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