It's never too late

Today I finally found the wool argyle sweater that I wanted for my father. When we took my parents to England ten years ago he spilled Welsh rarebit cheese on the front and after the washing it had shrunk. It really looked so good on him that whenever I think of him he's wearing that sweater so I was excited to be able to replace it.
Its the same navy colour with leather buttons and on sale too. I must confess to a serious emotional reaction when I saw it. I just knew I could find one if I was persistent.
If only he was still here to wear it. He passed away 3 years ago but now I understand why people go out and spend the money they should have after someone dies. Somehow it brings them back for a little while.
I love you dad.....

Being best friends

Over the years my best friend Jane has kept me busy learning to be nice. In fact thats all she wants on her headstone after her name and date span. "She was nice". I on the other hand have never had that description added to my name. So I pay attention when I see Jane demonstrating it and she does on a regular basis. I've never seen her belligerent to anyone or anything for that matter in the 20 years I've known her.
She can imitate her mother (from Arkansas) in a very funny way and that always makes me laugh. I request that demonstration every time we visit now that I live on the other side of the country. But she is always caring and concerned for anyone who needs it. She's consistent about it and I trust that eventually it will rub off on me.
So Jane Anne - here's to you - the nicest person I've ever known.