Ellie, Sept 8, 1921 - Oct 23, 2010

No matter how old you are, how old she or he is and how expected the loss is, you are still a child, and it's still your mother or your father. It leaves an aching void. And it is so hard to believe that I will never again walk into her house and see her sitting in "her" chair.

Trace Joseph

Grandchild #4, grandson #3. It never gets old. You just do. 9:01 PM Friday night. He's a fine-looking boy and his conehead is already almost gone.

Did the usual Sunday walk this morning with Sam to Absolute Bagels. After a year of much above average warmth, it was cool enough to wear three layers today, 52 at 7 AM when I got up. Just in front of Absolute, an older woman bent to admire Sam, stroking the top of his head and cooing. He loved it, of course, always does. Then she walked behind him and bent over again. For an instant I thought, "What? Now she's going to check out his butt?" Nope, she plucked a penny off the sidewalk and walked on. A little sad.