Deja Vu

It's been just over one week since we returned from Hangdog's funeral in Mississippi. Our pantry was low on essentials and I had many errands to run yesterday. I was also overdue for a manicure.

Every stop I made -- from the nail salon to the dry cleaners -- involved the same question, "How is your father-in-law?" It started giving me a headache to repeatedly explain his death.

It also warmed my heart that so many of these people seem to genuinely care. In the 2 1/2 years that the oldies lived with us, they certainly left an impression with a lot of people.