Friday, February 02, 2007
Could it be any colder?
It's negative 9 degrees Fahrenheit and there is a wind chill warning until 10 a.m. I suppose I will jump on the global warming bandwagon when I say "This has GOT to be global warming!" Maybe it's just a really bad winter? Nah, the ice caps are melting, the polar bears are drowning (this breaks my heart), pretty soon we will have to rename Glacier National Park in Montana (Non-Glacier National Park) and the snows of Kilimanjaro won't be there in 10 years. Have I read An Inconvenient Truth? Why yes, I have...and you should, too!
Death and all that goes along with it
We lost 2 family members this past 2 weeks. My cousin, Gina, who resides in Wolverhampton, England, passed away on Saturday, January 19th from an apparently quite aggressive brain tumor. Scary stuff this because my sister, Adrienne Rae Bolsover (love you!) also died of a brain tumor almost 11 years ago. Are brain tumors hereditary? Do I have to worry everytime I have a headache? I was told that Gina had a nasty headache every day for months and was keeping the ibuprofen business in business. The reason(s) why she didn't see a doctor until the tumor presented itself with a seizure and incoherence has died with her.
My grandather, my father's father, Fletcher Ray Bolsover Sr, passed away on Sunday, January 20th. Bless him, he was 96! His favorite saying: "Ain't that something." No matter what you told him, his response was, "Ain't that something." I can picture him sitting at his kitchen table in the house he and my grandmother lived in for over 50 years, coffee cup on the table in front of him, just looking out the window and letting Gramma spoil him. Oh, did Gramma spoil him!
And so my heavenly angels are becoming more and more: both sets of grandparents (Eric and Frances, Fletcher and Maxine); my beloved sister, Adrienne; my beautiful cousin, Gina; and the greatest cat in the world, Twoface! I miss them all.
My grandather, my father's father, Fletcher Ray Bolsover Sr, passed away on Sunday, January 20th. Bless him, he was 96! His favorite saying: "Ain't that something." No matter what you told him, his response was, "Ain't that something." I can picture him sitting at his kitchen table in the house he and my grandmother lived in for over 50 years, coffee cup on the table in front of him, just looking out the window and letting Gramma spoil him. Oh, did Gramma spoil him!
And so my heavenly angels are becoming more and more: both sets of grandparents (Eric and Frances, Fletcher and Maxine); my beloved sister, Adrienne; my beautiful cousin, Gina; and the greatest cat in the world, Twoface! I miss them all.
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