Frustration

I typed in a blog twice yesterday and both times it just disappeared!
Joann said that if I push the shift button or the space bar that it might do that but I'd like to know for sure so I don't do it again.

I was talking to Paul and he was telling me about a lady in his apartment complex that fell down and even though there were several people there, she could not be raised. Finally they got her husband there and she, still lying on the ground, said,"well, don't just stand there! Lean down and give me a kiss!"
I thought that was pretty cute, but one thing led to another and we got to talking about the regulars in his complex. Of course, they are all seniors and thinking of their coming demise. He said that it is really amazing to see how frightened most of them are. Most are religious, of one faith or another, and you would think that that would give them some hope of the hereafter and faith in the things they have been taught about heaven. But maybe it just didn't sink in or they decided that it was not correct.
As we talked, I was thinking of my own situation and I said "Dying is fun!" thinking of my own situation with all my children showing me such loving care, such concern, such a desire to give me opportunity to do all the things I want to do. Visiting me, going on trips, taking multiple pix, and showing me in multiple ways how much they care. Maybe if your children did not live close or you had none, then it would, indeed, be a lonely hard time.
I read some of Tami's blog to him about the things I had to look forward to: Seeing Mama and Papa, my sisters, especially Jane who I was closest to and all the friends I've known over time. And it will be interesting to see all the people I have done geneology for, I'm sure I will meet them and they can remind me of the mistakes I made in the records!
I guess I will not always feel that dying is fun as I progress with the future, but I can certainly appreciate the fact that I have a loving family to assist me along the way.
I do love you all so much!!! Mom