There are so many of you who have offered kind words, enc ouragement and prayers on thsi thread, the kitchen table thread and PMs that I can't poossibly thank all of you individually. And yet, each expression of concern and support have meant a great deal.

I got back tonight and posted this on the kitchen table thread, so I'll add it here. My Mother was cremated and it wasn't until yesterday afternoon that we buried her ashes. This morning, I woke up early and these thoughts ran through my minds. Don't ask me where a line like "Love is not like a bicycle" came from. Maybe it was a subconscious rejection of all the Happiness Is A Warm Puppy Halmark sentiments that I found a little on the empty side.

Love is definitely nothing like a bicycle

Love Is Not Like A Bicycle

Love is not like a bicycle
You can't sit on it or ride it
It is not of the physical world

Love may be expressed through words
But words are not love

Actions speak louder than words
But actions are not love

Love is not limited by time or space
Love is omnipresent

Love is God and God is love
In loving, we touch divinity

On Friday, October 13th, my Mother died
But her love didn't die
Neither did our love for her

True love never dies

I'm doing pretty good. with a lot yet to sort out. I brought home a big box of old photographs and am continuing to write a book of family memoirs and songs. Even got an expression of itnerest in carrying and publicizing the book I haven't yet written...

Thanks for everything.

The Cat is a good place to be

Jerry