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Memories

Ray;s Daily

September 1, 2020

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The moments we share are the moments we keep forever.

Author Unknown

memories

Each day I visit my wife at her rehabilitation facility. She continues to suffer from memory loss but does remember much about how she feels about our long marriage. She express her love of our family and is as affectionate as she ever has been,

Thenemotions she triggers in me is not easy to deal with but I must. I wish I could do more for her but she seems to feel holding hands is enough. It is not easy but we have 67 years of shared memories that help;

 

   Strength and Courage

It takes strength to be certain,

It takes courage to have doubts.

 

It takes strength to fit in,

It takes courage to stand out.

 

It takes strength to share a friend’s pain,

It takes courage to feel your own pain.

 

It takes strength to hide your own pain,

It takes courage to show it and deal with it.

 

It takes strength to stand guard,

It takes courage to let down your guard.

 

It takes strength to conquer,

It takes courage to surrender.

 

It takes strength to endure abuse,

It takes courage to stop it.

 

It takes strength to stand alone,

It takes courage to lean on a friend.

 

It takes strength to love,

It takes courage to beloved.

 

It takes strength to survive,

It takes courage to live.

 

  Written by David L. Griffith

~~~

It takes one thought, one second, one moment or positive memory to act as a catalyst for the light to gradually seep in again.

Fearne Cotton,

~~~

A fellow was talking to his Irish buddy and said, “I gotta stop drinking that Irish whiskey.”

“How come?” asked his friend.

“Because every Saturday night I go out and drink a fifth of the stuff, come home, make mad passionate love to the wife, wake up Sunday morning, and go to church.”

“What’s wrong with that?” the Irishman asked. “A lot of good Irishmen go out on Saturday night, drink a fifth of good Irish whiskey, come home, make love to the wife, and go to mass on Sunday.”

“I know,” said his friend, “but I’m Jewish!”

~~~

“Of those who say nothing, few are silent.”

Thomas Neill

~~~

A frantic mother told the pediatrician’s office, “My baby has a high temperature!”

“How high is it?”

“102.”

“How are you taking it?”

“Oh, I’m holding up pretty well!”

~~~

“I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.”

George Burns

~~~

It was a typically busy day at the bank. After a glance at the line of waiting customers, a harried looking man came up to the side counter and demanded, “What do I have to do to change the address on my account?”

Without missing a beat, the clerk replied, “Move!”

~~~

“Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

~~~

A gentleman was returning home after a lengthy trip, and was met by his butler at the station. The following conversation took place on their way to his home:

“So, has anything happened while I’ve been away?”

“No, sir, I can’t think of anything at all worth mentioning.”

“Come now, I’ve been away for months. Surely something must have happened in all that time.”

“Well, sir, come to think of it, your dog died.”

“My dear Clyde died? How awful! Still, he was getting on in years, and I suppose it had to happen some time. How did he die?”

“The vet said it was probably from eating the rotten meat.”

“The rotten meat? Since when do we leave rotten meat lying around for the dog to eat?”

“Well, it was the horses, sir. They’d been rotting for some time after the barn burned down.”

“Good Lord! How in the world did the barn burn down?”

“It must have been some embers that blew over from the house, sir.”

“The house? The house burned down, too? How did the house burn down?”

“Well, sir, we think someone must have knocked over a candle.”

“Oh. A candle? Wait a moment – we don’t use candles anymore to light the house! What were the candles doing there?”

“They were there for the wake, sir.”

“The wake?!? Whose wake? For pity’s sake…”

“Actually, your mother’s, sir. She passed away quite suddenly.”

“Oh my Lord. Mother is dead. The house is gone, along with the stable. Even my dog is dead. What did Mother die of?”

“It must have been the shock, sir.”

“The shock.”

“Yes, sir, the shock. When your wife ran off with the handyman the day after you left, sir.

But aside from all that, it’s been fairly quiet while you’ve been away, sir.”

~~~

“A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.”

Herman Melville

~~~

Most people hate to parallel park. The other day, I saw this woman trying to get out of a tight parking space. She bumped the car in front, then backed up and hit the car behind her. This went on about two minutes.

I walked over to see if I could somehow help. My offer was declined.

She said, “Why have bumpers if you’re not going to use them once in a while?”

~~~

Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.

Author Unknown,

~~~

Ray Mitchell

Indianapolis, Indiana

Management is not responsible for duplicates from previous dailies. The editor is somewhat senile.

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