Rembrances - shopping with kids

Mother’s day shopping (ca. 2005)

Today I took my son shopping for a Mother’s Day gift.
 I had offered to purchase a gift the other day when I was at the mall and my son was at school.

He said he couldn’t tell me what he wanted to get.
He said he saw it last week but could not remember it.
I said I would take him to get it tomorrow. 
Tomorrow is today. 

We went to the mall. 

We could not find the gift.

“What was it?” 
I don’t know.  It was purple. 
“Who wrote it?
I don’t know.
“What was it about?”
I don’t know.

Needless to say we bought something else.

DavidN.

Cancer is a horrible thing

Last year I wrote about a friend of the family.  She is close to my wife.  A work friend, a text friend, a dinner date friend.  I have met her on several occasions.  I'll admit, she is closer, and better known, to my wife than myself.  But I know her story.  

http://ponderingdave.blogspot.com/2018/11/reach-out.html

My wife gets a text over this past weekend that this friend's doctor has spoken.

"Go and do what  you have always wanted to do.  Now is the time."

My wife's friend replied as to what she always wanted to do.  "I want to live."


Cancer is a horrible thing.

DN.  July 28th, 2019.