Title: Twilight years
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Blog Entry: I hate funerals and always have. They just make me feel worse than ever. All my life I avoided them. I didn’t discriminate casual friends or close relatives, I just avoided their funerals. Mom’s funeral and later Cynthia’s, a close friend were the only two I chose to go to for my own piece of mind. My husband has my support if he has to go to a relative’s funeral otherwise; I rather remember them as they were and not lying lifeless in a coffin. The last few years have found me ether physically or just mentally acknowledging friends leaving this earth. I am having to face the fact that like me, friends and loved ones are in their twilight years. I find myself remembering things from childhood long forgotten. I remember the Christmas in 1963 when Mom gave me an autograph book. Oh how proud I was of that gift. Mom was the first to write in it. I believe now that Mom in her wisdom knew I would have a hard time dealing with loss that later years would bring. She wrote: When twilight draws her curtains back, and pins them with a star, Remember that I love you, no matter where you are.
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