Old Age Is Like A Plane Flying Through A Storm. Once You're Aboard, There's Nothing You Can Do.
Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do.
Golda Meir
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I can truly see this. It's a horror movie in my head.
Corporations be like
“If it takes one woman nine months to make a baby. Then surely 9 women should be able to make a baby in one month”
“Actually nine women would cost too much, let’s hire four women and get them to do the work of nine.”
“The four women aren’t working to the deadline and it’s now costing us too much. Let’s get rid of them and hire two men and one unpaid intern. Surely that will get us the results we need!”
Never Forgotten
It's been a year today since my mother-in-law died. Every time we look at the calendar, we see the date. Nothing's marked on this year's calendar, but we know. And we remember. We remember all the things that we loved about her. All the things she did for us. And all the things about her that drove us crazy. But mostly, we think: it shouldn't have happened. She should still be here.
Her death was not an easy one. Not for her. And not for us. We had to make the decision as to whether to keep treating her and hope she would recover somewhat, or to let her go. After agonizing discussions with specialists, family, and friends, we, decided to let her go. She was my husband's only parent; the last of his family. And we miss her greatly.
How sweet he is 🤣🐈
