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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Retired lawman Glenn B’s Mom recently passed away.

Glenn B., you have my condolences; you are a good son. 

I read his post during some introspection on the anniversary of my Mom’s last day on this earth, even though her passing was several years ago.  It was an honor to be one of her sons; she is impossible to forget.

It is natural that eventually we all will lose each other.  I reckon it is up to each of us to cherish the moments and the memories, although I think it natural that most of us wish we could trade some of the memories for a few more of the moments.