tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891970336091809404.post6187530610866581865..comments2024-03-19T00:29:18.612-07:00Comments on Diane Again: November RoseDiane Streicher @ Diane Againhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17485752767446348802noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891970336091809404.post-9796827137101856792013-11-06T02:04:50.445-08:002013-11-06T02:04:50.445-08:00Thank you, Heidi. :)Thank you, Heidi. :)Diane Streicher @ Diane Againhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17485752767446348802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891970336091809404.post-22950106563811485012013-11-05T18:31:10.569-08:002013-11-05T18:31:10.569-08:00Beautifully written, Diane. Thank you. Thank you...Beautifully written, Diane. Thank you. Thank you from all of us who have aging parents...<br />-hAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891970336091809404.post-44084384043973510152013-11-04T00:10:13.874-08:002013-11-04T00:10:13.874-08:00I totally understand what you mean. Ten years ago,...I totally understand what you mean. Ten years ago, I saw the light go out of her eyes, and it's been a downhill drift ever since. Looking forward to the day when she is at peace. Diane Streicher @ Diane Againhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17485752767446348802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-891970336091809404.post-90005776117150490832013-11-03T06:09:17.141-08:002013-11-03T06:09:17.141-08:00Oh, aging parents. I just told Marianne how it'...Oh, aging parents. I just told Marianne how it's a relief when they're all gone to glory, though I hate to say that. Jim's and mine are gone. We miss them, but I have to make a conscious effort to remember how they were before, rather than how they were at the end. :( JoAnneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com