I haven’t been posting a lot but I have been thinking about life events and the end of life. I got a little crabby the other day. Is it the weather? Midsummer blues? Aging? Just impatience and frustration on my part? That’s what has been on my mind lately. One of my siblings is moving and came across these printed cards. They are poems written by my grandmother Bertha L. Wade. She lived to be well into her nineties. Almost all her children (including my father) … [Read more...]