We are some bunch, aren't we?

My brother ,nearest in age to me , is here or a visit. We've been reliving some old memories and creating some new ones. I only see him and his wife every year or so.

Yesterday we visited the other brother, the one whose house burned,. He is going to be 87 next week. Wen we left, my brother was in tears. Saying how hard it is to say good by when it might be the last time.

I've felt that way myself.

It's tough.

If we don't count our blessings
We are just wasting our time