Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Sunday, April 22, 2007
GETTING THERE -- BEING THERE
We try to spend as much time with our mother as we can. We grab every break in our week to drive to Tulsa to see her. It is always hectic trying to plan and find the time to get there. But being there makes it all worthwhile. Being at mother's side, is the most calming event. There is nothing like a quiet visit, seeing her gentle smile, gazing into her all-knowing bright blue eyes, hearing her words of humor and wisdom, and feeling her applause for us in all we do.
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