Yesterday rode with older son, John and wife Jamie, to the funeral of their dil's grandmother. Her name was Nina and I am Nena. The DJ at the wedding introduced me first and then her - calling her Nena also.

It was a beautiful service, not too tearful. Gdaughters spoke and red a poem. I would like a service like hers. The poem had a note on it saying to read it at her funeral. It was dated 1988. Ha!!

I have tried to start me a web-site, paid my dues for two years, and now I can't seem to find it. I will have the last laugh, when I refuse to pay for it. Charged it on credit card. Maybe, I can find it before the bill comes in.

My "little" sister can hardly move today. She feels so bad and her legs aren't working. I had to push her to breakfast.
Don't know how she remains so cheerful. God love her!!!!

Did I tell you about my beautiful cashmere stoles I bid on from China? They are so lovely that I hate to part with any of them. But who needs 6 stoles? Maybe I do!!

I was sitting here a few moments ago thinking of MY funeral. I had the thought to have all mygkids and their family stand out as people go by and I would stand out with them too. Darn it, I will only be there in spirit. Guess in a way, I can stand with them. You know, I am not ready to leave this earth yet, but don't feel as if it would be too sad when I do. I have had wonderful life, with very great parents, sister, husband and sons (and all the family they gave me.) As son Bob says - I am BLESSED.

Must get up and quit musing. I need to make doctor app'ts. for sister and dog Lucy.

See all y"all later,

NenaH