Evening, biddies. You know, it's strange. When Dad died, I wrote something on here about how you're never prepared - which is true, on one level, but on a spiritual level I was so completely and mysteriously prepared I've been hesitating to write about it, for fear of sounding too weird. But so be it, then, 'cos I want to talk about it, it was too profound an experience to be denied.
The night before the morning Dad passed away, I was sitting comfortably but I wasn't drowsy or anything. I was thinking about how nice it would be if you could travel in time back to your parents' youth and be like a fly on the wall, seeing them "live" in some of the situations that you've heard them tell about hundreds of times. What brought these thoughts on was, probably, the fact that a well known elderly actor had spoken on the telly a few days earlier about how he signed up for The Swedish American Line as a youth
http://en.wikipedia.o...Swedish_American_Line
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