Sondra,
   As I was going through my Father's things, I ran across thi poem that he 
had written.......the first one of many that I found.
                               If I Had
If my very last day was a Saturday, I would ask God to spare me just one week 
more.
Then I'd get my pen and start writing, I'd write to the one's I love.  By 
phone I call friends galore.
And for those ones I could not reach, I'd travel to see by candle light.  You 
see they'd know it was me to lightly nudge or rattle a door.  I would travel 
a thousand fold miles, and if it were nessesary I'd travel even more.
Today is Thursday.  Now let me see.  Saturday is the last day, the very last 
for me.  It could be that one of my friends will find this, and the Sunday 
paper will print about this stint.  And when I'm just lying there, and just 
before my Spirit is to soar, maybe the U.P. or the A.P. will pick this up and 
scatter me from door to door.
You don't seem to realize, this gives me one week more.
  Actually when I found this, it put a smile on my face.  So it may not be 
the Sunday paper for my Father, but seems the 'puter will get his point 
across just as well.
   Hope you're doing well kiddo', and the humidity isn't too bad up there.  
It has been a pretty nice 4th of July here.
                                        Patti
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