Originally Posted by
Ajax 
We were always described by friends of my parents as the family that belonged on the cover of Life. Boy! Did my mother eat that up. Everything was done for appearances sake.
When Dear Old Mom (DOM, isn't that interesting?) died, the minister who didn't know her asked all her children to describe her. Almost all any of us could think of fit to be said in public was that she looked glamorous. My brother didn't say a thing.
Originally Posted by
Ajax to each individual, hurt is hurt.
Indeed. Moving right along. Although I do want to thank you, Melissa & Rob, for allowing us all to moan and groan a little bit here. Your challenge is great and my feelings towards you both are as big as they can be, but with your posts, Rob, you bring up other people's personal pains -- it's very kind of you to let us let them out safely, here.
