Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Obituaries and Age

Obituaries are nothing new to my Sherry. She checks them daily. Since I have one funeral home that notifies me of new obits and I do look at those to see if I recognize the name or picture.


My girl reads the obituary, I am slow, but I am finally realizing why. She lived in Belmont all of her life up until she was eighteen. She attended school with the same group from first grade to graduation.  She reads the local obits with much more interest than I. She lived on two separate mill hills, and knew practically every on the hill. She has lots of roots. She checks to see who was kin to who and many times recognizes the deceased and survivors.


I find myself doing just a little more than checking names. NOW I am looking at AGE also. I am shocked to see so many obituaries that state ages MUCH younger than I. Also I am seeing less that are OLDER. That is starting to tell me something.

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Some things I learn slow, BUT I DO LEARN.

I notice my taster isn’t as good as it once was.

My smeller also isn’t too good.


I NEVER get tired walking, maybe running, but walking never. The other night on my walk alone, too cool for my girl, I noticed I was winded.

I don’t even have to ask what that means. I know now. It means my wife and my sister are getting older. AAA .


I put that little laughing guy on there, but I really ain’t laughing. I didn’t mean to waste your time. But thanks for stopping by the log anyway.


Nite Shipslog


But I am getting excited about our 59th wedding anniversary, and the Western Caribbean Cruise and it is nine months away.



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1981 vintage automobiles. Some consider these antiques?


Paula said...

Like all the age cartoons. Better to laugh then cry, says I. I always check the obits in San Antonio since I lived there so many years and also they report deaths of people in all the small surrounding towns. I'm still amazed you think of a new subject every day. Always interesting.

betty said...

When we got the paper, I would always read the obits; would recognize names of patients I had typed reports for. I would find some fascinating what they had done with their lives, etc. It does seem like people are dying younger these days and also having more chronic health problems at an earlier age. Not unusual for me to type a report with someone being in a nursing home in their 50's with a long list of problems and meds. I think your upcoming cruise is going to be a great one!!! Something indeed to count down the days for!

All cute cartoons :)


Rick Watson said...

JIlda and I have lived here for most of our lives too. We both lived up north for a short time when we were kids, but once back here we stayed (except when I was drafted and she went to college.)

So we often know people in the obits. Like Sherry, I went through school with the same group of people. Some years they would mix us up a little, but we were always close by.

It's amazing how many people around here, much younger than me 30s through 50s), die at their residences. I suspect many of these are related to drugs, which are a blight around here.

It's always good not to see my name in there too :)

Mevely317 said...

So glad I'm not the only one! When I first moved west, I'd check both the Abilene (Tx) and Tampa obits on-line each Saturday. Nowadays I get my news via Facebook hometown groups. It's positively unsettling to realize how many of my classmates 'got their wings.'

All in all, a darling crop of cartoons, but what tipped my scales is that one about a laxative ringtone. Sounds like something Tom or I would do!
...still chuckling!

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I read the obits in my local newspaper and am always thankful when I don't see anyone I know listed there. Age does change us, I have definitely slowed down. One thing about it is that we have to live until we die. I try to make the most of whatever time I get. Even if it is in the slow lane. Old age isn't really a joke at all but like Paula says it is better to laugh than to cry.