My grandmother lived to be almost 100, as do most of my relatives. I remember one of the last conversations I had with her while she was in the nursing home. She was looking at me with a sort of sad smile, and I asked her what she was thinking about. I was probably in my mid-thirties at the time. She told me that no matter how old her body got, her heart still felt like that of a young girl. Her husband, my grandfather, had passed on many years earlier, but she missed him every day. My great-aunt (my grandmother's sister) and great-uncle passed away within days of each other. They had been married for more than 60 years and they were constantly together. When she died, he said that he just didn't have enough time with her. And then he went too. I want to be the cherished wife whose husband could never get enough time with her. Perhaps one day.
My name is Lori. It rhymes with Story. How lucky is that... But seriously, this blog is probably not read by anyone, and I use it mainly as a place to post things that come to my mind, or things that amaze me in some way, or pictures of things that I come across in my few travels to here and there. Plus, I do post book reviews here because it's required in order for me to remain in the book review bloggers program. Other than that, I can't imagine there would be anyone actually interested in what I have to say or share, but it's here should that ever happen!