I agree Sawnee. A major talent during the Golden Era of Country Music.Don Gibson is another one high on my all time list. He wrote some super hits including Oh Lonesome Me, Sweet Dreams, I Can't Stop Loving You and on and on and on.
I agree Sawnee. A major talent during the Golden Era of Country Music.Don Gibson is another one high on my all time list. He wrote some super hits including Oh Lonesome Me, Sweet Dreams, I Can't Stop Loving You and on and on and on.
I was fortunate enough to have those conversations with Dad as well. After we talked he went to sleep. I feel like he was contented knowing he was going to meet Mom. I asked the doctor to not let him regain consciousness and he said he would take care of it.I agree with all of this. For some strange reason America spends more resources on everybody else in the world than we should. Those resources should go to our own. Some people don't know a person pays for Medicare every month even after retirement
I was the one my father always called on when he was in his last years and months. He wanted me by his side and I was more than willing to be there because dad did not abuse my love and care. In his last year he was in and out of the hospital so many times his insurance wanted to cut him off. Dad had kidney failure, was on dialysis and had congestive heart failure. I saw a 6' 1" , 200 pound man who was strong and athletic waste away. A week or so before he died we were alone and he said I am ready to say good-bye. I just want to leave in peace and he asked my to promise when the time came not to hook him up to all of those tubes and keep him alive with no quality of life left in him. I promised I would.
His last day on earth he requested the hospital call me and ask me to come to his room. It was 4:30 A.M. I arrived and a nurse was just leaving the room. Daddy and I were alone and he said he would not live to see another day and wanted to say good-bye with just me and him. We talked and he said, remember no tubes. He repeated he had had a great life and done about everything a man could want to do on earth. He was thankful and happy.
I went home and got my mother and called my sister and brother. About an hour passed and a doctor came in and said no dialysis today and left. Mom went down to the break area and got a cup of coffee. In about 10 minutes dad's breathing got really strained and I asked him if he wanted me to call for the nurse or a doctor. He said no just give him a sip of water. I did and he died within a minute or so. I sat next to him and and it was just me and my daddy. He was resting in peace and got his final wish, no tubes to keep him alive. In about 30 minutes the nurse came in for her regular rounds and he was dead. She lit into me and said why didn't you call we could have extended his life. Then a doctor came in and read me the riot act. He was really mad. I told both of them to cool it, I did what my daddy requested and our family has no regrets. He was ready to go and had no fear.
My mother lived to be 95, lived alone and died in her sleep. My wife's mother lived to be 97 and had 10 kids. They all cared for her in her final years. My wife's daddy dropped dead mowing the grass. So all in all we had a peaceful end to our parents lives. No financial concerns and no assisted living. Life is good and God is great.
My prayers to all on the D who are going through the final stage of life with your loved ones on this earth. It is not easy. Every day I live I realize that day for me is drawing near. But until it comes I will live my life fully and be thankful for each moment. AND NO TUBES FOR ME EITHER. They always said I was just like my daddy.
No doubt.I think we need to do things differently in this country.
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I know some of this sounds harsh but . . .
Yeah, that helps out a lot. Will go again this weekend. Get rather ticked sometimes thinking about that crap and fishing helps. Had some new plastic worms a bit smaller than my normal with bulbed ends come in yesterday so, I will try them next outing. Can't go today, have too much to do. Plus, winds 35-45mph with some gusting up to 60mph or more from 0900-1900.
Eat, sleep, fish & repeat.
Wonderful photo Sawnee. You are certainly a lucky man. Congratulations and many more happy anniversaries.Good Morning April 7th D League
Today is probably one of the most important dates in my life because on this day my wife of 55 years said she would travel down the road of life with me. I was a broke Buck Sgt in the Army with no money, no possessions other than a few guns, my 64 VW bug and a couple of shirts, pants and underwear. Oh I had a class ring. But she stepped out in faith and down the road we went. In my eyes she was always be that Sweet Blue Eyed Kentucky girl. Those 60 hairstyles are one for the ages.
This is my wife's favorite Waylon song and it is appropriate to celebrate 55 years together. I love you girl.
Congrats to you and your lovely wife! Our 33rd is tomorrow.Good Morning April 7th D League
Today is probably one of the most important dates in my life because on this day my wife of 55 years said she would travel down the road of life with me. I was a broke Buck Sgt in the Army with no money, no possessions other than a few guns, my 64 VW bug and a couple of shirts, pants and underwear. Oh I had a class ring. But she stepped out in faith and down the road we went. In my eyes she will always be that Sweet Blue Eyed Kentucky girl. Those 60 hairstyles are one for the ages.
This is my wife's favorite Waylon song and it is appropriate to celebrate 55 years together. I love you girl.
Good Morning April 7th D League
Today is probably one of the most important dates in my life because on this day my wife of 55 years said she would travel down the road of life with me. I was a broke Buck Sgt in the Army with no money, no possessions other than a few guns, my 64 VW bug and a couple of shirts, pants and underwear. Oh I had a class ring. But she stepped out in faith and down the road we went. In my eyes she will always be that Sweet Blue Eyed Kentucky girl. Those 60 hairstyles are one for the ages.
This is my wife's favorite Waylon song and it is appropriate to celebrate 55 years together. I love you girl.
Good Morning April 7th D League
Today is probably one of the most important dates in my life because on this day my wife of 55 years said she would travel down the road of life with me. I was a broke Buck Sgt in the Army with no money, no possessions other than a few guns, my 64 VW bug and a couple of shirts, pants and underwear. Oh I had a class ring. But she stepped out in faith and down the road we went. In my eyes she will always be that Sweet Blue Eyed Kentucky girl. Those 60 hairstyles are one for the ages.
This is my wife's favorite Waylon song and it is appropriate to celebrate 55 years together. I love you girl.
Congrats to you and your lovely wife! Our 33rd is tomorrow.
Congrats to you and the Mrs. UK82. I was talking to a woman today at the flower shop and she commented on the state of the family and commitments or rather lack of in some marriages today. Sad timesCongrats to you and your lovely wife! Our 33rd is tomorrow.
You hit a home run with the bases loaded. Congrats and many more.Morning folks. It is mostly sunny and 48.9°F and going up to 57°.
Sherry and I will be married 56 years August 18. Time flies.
Morning folks. It is mostly sunny and 48.9°F and going up to 57°.
Sherry and I will be married 56 years August 18. Time flies.
So does bird watching. That's how I know when and where. Best understood when alone sitting quietly. Animals that shy from potential predators teach the skills needed to juggle the nuts.Yeah, that helps out a lot. Will go again this weekend. Get rather ticked sometimes thinking about that crap and fishing helps.
Everyday starts perfect . . .Bless all your days today. It is a good day.
Bittersweet lunch coming up. My oldest daughter, the 37-year-old professor at Kansas University, and her husband are meeting me at my downtown DC office. That's the sweet part.
They are in town because her husband's 35-year-old brother, a Georgetown-university trained lawyer, died last year at his Washington apartment from an apparent brain aneurysm. Terrible. And they couldn't have a proper memorial service for him until now because of COVID concerns for some of the older members of his family.
As it says in Matthew, "No one knows the day or the hour..."
BBUK - I work at 601 E Street, NW, which is the so-called Penn Quarter, just up the street from the National Archives (where I worked in 1979 as a 22-year-old, ironically.)OT, you don't per chance work at 1400 do you? (I ask because where I worked I ran into a man several times that wore a UK lanyard and we briefly spoke a few times.) I don't remember exactly but through your pictures you remind me of him a little.
BBUK - I work at 601 E Street, NW, which is the so-called Penn Quarter, just up the street from the National Archives (where I worked in 1979 as a 22-year-old, ironically.)
My wife worked for the Detroit Free Press when she was in her 20s - the late 1980s- and I visited her there a few times. Don’t remember River Rouge.Thanks I tried not to give too much detail. If that was you (It was not), you were a little stand-offish but nothing near rude. I graduated High School in River Rouge Michigan in 79.
My wife worked for the Detroit Free Press when she was in her 20s - the late 1980s- and I visited her there a few times. Don’t remember River Rouge.
Same to you.You hit a home run with the bases loaded. Congrats and many more.
When I was a DI at Knox the ghetto of Detroit was a prime area for our recruits. Usually a judge said go to the Army or go to jail. In my two years as a DI we must have received 25% of our new trainees from Detroit. 95% were black gang members. I was a DI during the Detroit riots and had a trainee who was AWOL get trapped in an apartment. The National Guard was shooting 50 cal. machine gun rounds into the building. He begged to be returned to Fort Knox. I met him with an MP at the Louisville airport and off to jail he went. He was thankful. Well at least until he got to Fort Leavenworth.I grew up in River Rouge (Next to the Rouge River)(Red River)(Runs into the Detroit River that runs near the area you mentioned.) lived in the slums of Detroit, Delray (Right on the Detroit River), River Rouge, and near the area that was "projected" as famous by the great American M&M (That's how it sounds anyway.). I say it half jokingly but I thought I was black until I got my drivers license. Much respect for all my decent friends I still stay in contact with from time to time. (God-given friends I might add.)
I grew up a hood. The Lord had my heart though and thankfully to him I was "saved" from the extreme wickedness that ran amuck in those days. My Lord was ALWAYS on time for me. He STILL is ALWAYS on time. The only fear I have is losing my family. I act accordingly.
I remember a time when a bad terror guy (I know his name and he was punished and is very probably dead by now.) when I was 13 or 14 held a knife that I remember as the size of Rambo's knife but it must have been smaller told me he was sticking it in my heart and through it. What happened then was, as he lunged he veered off into another known criminal and the knife plunged through his heart. I will stop. Yes, God is alive. I do not think it, I know it. (Many more of these, way too many.)
Not discounting anyone but when you hear or see my type I am thankful..... I AM!
I love it Bert. If you have the right woman, a woman like Sherry, life is a pleasure and time flies by. Sherry is a beautiful woman both inside and out. Like I said you hit a grand slam with the bases load.Same to you.
Some of us get lucky, don't we? Even when we don't deserve it. However, you were just a broke Buck Sgt; but I was a rich night desk clerk pulling down a massive $1.05 and hour and I had a massive bank account of $75.00 when she married me. (That is faith.)
My Kentucky girl has brown eyes. The brown covers up the Barren County meanness! Sherry had raven hair. It was so black that sometimes it was shiny blue. Her skin was brown and perfect (8% Persian). I spent the first two years, when she would allow me, looking for bad skin. I never found it.
On skin: every darned wrinkle in her skin now is one that I put there!!!!!
We were total opposites, but as the years roll by we become more and more like each other. Hell, we finish each others sentences.
Girls, if you find the right one, are God's gift to men.
When I was a DI at Knox the ghetto of Detroit was a prime area for our recruits. Usually a judge said go to the Army or go to jail. In my two years as a DI we must have received 25% of our new trainees from Detroit. 95% were black gang members. I was a DI during the Detroit riots and had a trainee who was AWOL get trapped in an apartment. The National Guard was shooting 50 cal. machine gun rounds into the building. He begged to be returned to Fort Knox. I met him with an MP at the Louisville airport and off to jail he went. He was thankful. Well at least until he got to Fort Leavenworth.
One of the recruits from Detroit was dangerous and his record in civilian life was really bad. We were warned in advance and when we picked him up at the Reception Center our Field First Sgt, a black man from Sledge, Mississippi, said this boy is mine. The 1st Sgt moved a bunk next to him and started the bad boy on a training program. After each day the recruit was given a 9 pound hammer and led to the training field where a concrete slab awaited him. Starting on day one he had to bust it up until it was fine pebbles. That took about two weeks. Once he busted that up another slab was poured and a hammer awaited him. For six weeks he did this. This recruit soon got with the program and finished number one in physical conditioning and number one on the final PT test. He became a model recruit and the F words were replaced with Yes Sir and No Sir. The last I heard about him was 30 or 40 years ago and his rank was Sgt and he was a lifer. He won a medal in Vietnam.
Now the majority of them were good recruits, paid attention and did well with the exception of the rifle range. It was a challenge to get them qualified. I usually paired them up with someone from Kentucky or Tennessee. All it takes is Tender Loving Care, that and a kick in the butt. Move trainee, move!
A majority? Not even close. The majority have no idea he vetoed the bill or that there ever was a bill to begin with. The MAJORITY of voters have no clue, nor do they care, about any bills, laws, or vetoes. They are useful idiots who get their news from twitter and their philosophy from instagram.Our pathetic governor vetoed the bill banning transgenders to participate in women's sports. I can guarantee that a majority of Kentucky voters are ticked off right now.
Time flies for YOU because you are married to Sherry. I guarantee you she has felt every waking minute.Morning folks. It is mostly sunny and 48.9°F and going up to 57°.
Sherry and I will be married 56 years August 18. Time flies.