*I get satisfaction from quietly doing things, with no fanfare. However, when a grown up son notices what I have done a lovely calmness and gratitude envelopes me.
*I worried about getting old with no one to know of my decrepitude. A son reassures me that he will always be there for me.
*Accepting that someone wants to begin a "rant" blog but that forum is not me, not what I want.
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