It is with a heavy heart that I share the news of my father’s passing. He was 86, and today would’ve been his 58th Wedding Anniversary.
A group of local residents have come together to relocate The Real Santa to a new location in Rochester but, to do so, they need money to pay him for his time…not to mention to feed the reindeer.
I hate the aging process! I absolutely despise getting older! I don’t mind it so much in terms of the number of years I’ve been alive; rather, it’s the number of gray hairs and wrinkles I’ve “earned” over the years that really bothers me. And trust me – with my kids – I’ve earned every … Continue reading When the Elderly Sleep