Thanks Jeff, I know the predicament you were in. In 86 I lost a 4yr old son to a brain tumor. The next funeral I went to. I had no warning signs. I walked into the funeral home. Saw the open casket and froze. I couldn't get out of the place fast enough crying like a baby all the way out.
On a lighter note as I wipe my nose.
Rose takes the old and dying cactus pads and throws them in the field next door. In the last few weeks there is signs of growth.

On a lighter note as I wipe my nose.
Rose takes the old and dying cactus pads and throws them in the field next door. In the last few weeks there is signs of growth.



