Posted on Jan 12th, 2008
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Leo
Elder grand daughter Phoebe,
Ever we scale the stairs.
For ever, up and down,
then up, to be able to return down.
Half way ascended, looking back to view the achievement.
Like Edmund Hillary, Marco Polo, any great exploring pioneer,
out there, testing the limits.
Robust and vigorous to an extreme,
Such are You.
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Posted on Jan 12th, 2008
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Leo
My dear sweet Mother.
Wednesday 23 4 08 Walked into a ladder in the dark of night, falling to gash your fore arm open and land on your chesh bruising vulnerable parts, diaphram in particular. After that to escape the clutches of confinement at our local hospital,
anxious at being admitted and eager to be discharged,
Prematurely, I think, being discharged Fri 25th, my having said "You are going no where mother", and proving me wrong.
Mom, youre doing great. Hooked up to oxygen, methodicly going through each day, committing appropriate attention to detail, stickler for the rules, allowing comfort second place. People like you arent born any more.
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