Just learned last night that a class mate from High School had died on Sunday.  I cant remember having seen Diane since High School but do remember her .  I hate to hear that anyone I know has passed away but most especially hate it when they are my age.  It makes me painfully aware that I am no longer bullet proof.  I am aware that each morning I take 8 pills and one injection but somehow that addition of medication to my system does not have the same shock value as that of reading an old friend’s obit.  That brings it home.

God bless you Diane