This one's for you, 222. I wish I could still fight, but I don't see much left that's worth fighting for, even if my body allowed it.
Thanks !!! Everyone has a part to play. Some will need a place to rest and others may need to eat ... there's always a way for us to help each other. And who knows, I escaped Indiana once upon a time and still have family and friends there ...
Less every day, sadly. Only family and a few good friends.
My 9 year old granddaughter, who lives a quarter mile down the road from me, told me the other day, "Papaw, sometimes at night when I lie in bed I can hear my heart beating, and I pretend it's the sound of your footsteps walking down the road to come visit me."