Parents getting old

[E.H. Ruddock]

Aww man sorry biff

[Rangi Guy]

That sucks! So sorry for your loss

[spike]

so sorry biff

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Hugs, biff

[wease]

So sorry to hear Biff

[Higgs]

Sorry man. Sucks. At least she passed in her sleep.

[blueviper]

Mom died the weekend between Mother’s Day and Memorial Day. Not expected but she was obviously slowing down the past six months or so. I remember wondering at Christmas if it was going to be her last one. She had lost weight, eating less and sleeping more. She didn’t wake up one morning, passing peacefully in her sleep in her bed in her house.
The folks’ house had a carport that I don’t ever recall seeing a bird there. The morning she died there was a cardinal hopping around on the carport. I don’t believe in “signs” but I noticed the symbolism.
Just starting the probate/legal process; long way to go.

Condolences, biff

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Peeps]

my condolences biff

[B]

Probably a bad sign that my inlaws can no longer care for their cat. I now own a cat.

[daft twat]

Mom died the weekend between Mother’s Day and Memorial Day. Not expected but she was obviously slowing down the past six months or so. I remember wondering at Christmas if it was going to be her last one. She had lost weight, eating less and sleeping more. She didn’t wake up one morning, passing peacefully in her sleep in her bed in her house.
The folks’ house had a carport that I don’t ever recall seeing a bird there. The morning she died there was a cardinal hopping around on the carport. I don’t believe in “signs” but I noticed the symbolism.
Just starting the probate/legal process; long way to go.

Condolences, biff

Just seeing this now. Sorry, man. My mom is not doing well either. Blood infection led to two spinal surgeries and then 2 months of antibiotics via a picc line. That’s out now, but she won’t eat. She says everything tastes awful. She’s lost 30 pounds. She did not have 30 pounds to spare. I’m hoping for a 180, but my sister is a doctor and she confessed she’s really worried about her at this point.

[BurtReynolds]

My dad has never been very talkative on the phone, but now he'll talk your head off. It's fine. I like talking to him.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

My dad has never been very talkative on the phone, but now he'll talk your head off. It's fine. I like talking to him.

Who is his favorite wrestler?

[BurtReynolds]

He doesn't like wrestling. That shit is fake

[lennytheweedwhacker]

He doesn't like wrestling. That shit is fake

Who is his favorite NASCAR driver?

[BurtReynolds]

Dale of course. RIP

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Damn.

Which RMer would he hate the most?

[BurtReynolds]

None

[lennytheweedwhacker]

He sounds like a fine Christian man.

[E.H. Ruddock]

So I debated this prank on my uncle and dad for some time now, and I just sent the email, so we'll see what happens;

My uncle asked me if I wanted my great grandmother's china they received as a wedding present, before that it was her grandparents. It is pre-civil war, made in Austria, and in beautiful condition. I said yes and he sent it down with my dad the last time my dad visited him. I just sent an email to my brothers and cousins, appearing to accidentally copy my dad and uncle, stating I got an offer for over 25k for the China and how should we split the proceeds. Let's see how they react. I feel like I may have mentioned the phrase "how much it's worth" to my dad at some point, so I think he'll figure it out, but I'm anxious to see how his older brother responds.