Women History month, tragedy

 This truck was new when Eddie was born:

  1947 pickup ( I didn't attach a picture of a vehicle at first, but I came back to add this one. Eddie read my Blog and liked the cars. He  also read my books .)

 Today is Thursday April 2nd:

 I feel the weight of Covid 19.  Today Oleta, Eddies wife and June, Eddies daughter will say good bye to Eddie as they disconnect the machines that are keeping him alive. They will enter his room.  The physical way it will be done I am not sure. It was tragic enough 2 years ago when they disconnected my sister Shirley, and we did not have to be in a sterile environment.

It is too early to be concerned about the procedures for someone who passes under the present conditions. Some of the women who read this blog have lost a mate they loved and cherished. Sherry and I know that one day that will be our appointment.  

I watched as my Mother, my sisters and my sisters in law buried their husbands. The normal procedure for the service and burial. 

All bravely picked up the pieces and went on living. It takes a strong woman to continue. This is the month of women's history.  All you women deserve a big 'ATTA-GIRL' for your strength for putting up with us men and for holding up after you have raised us.
 This is Oleta and Eddie (happier times of course)

This is June and Wayne... (in happier times)

Today they take their turn (Under strained circumstances, nothing will be as usual) What ever they must do they will. And they will survive because they are women, and I think God gave you ladies something special, and that makes you all SPECIAL.

For me, who took this Virus way too lightly, I'm sorry.  I personally could not have changed a thing, but I could have considered things and erred on the side of caution.

My prayers go out to the Herron family, this is the second brother to leave us on a month. The two oldest boys are saying good bye to ones they helped raise. Our love and prayers go especially to Billy (in his 90s) and Jimmy (in his 80's) 

Nite Shipslog 

I could not be there when my dad died, because of  weather and flights. Under this Contageous Virus, Somehow everyone must say good bye from a distance.  It must be hard.