Alright, I’ll tell you what happened…On September 15, 2025 I turned 90, and on February 23, 2026, my daughter found me in bed with no signs of life. When 911 arrived from a nearby hospital, they asked if I had any “do not resusitate instructions. They paused at the nearby hospital, where a friend said, “Hi, Nan,” to which I opened my eyers and said “Hi. Elaine.” So they took me on to Columbus for the next three and a half days. I do recall being aware that I might throw up, and thinking that this may be what dying feels like… I did lose some energy and got backaches, plus some short term memory loss, and got flummoxed by the Microsoft changes and have even more reluctance to salt my soul with politics.

While searching for material to share I stumbled across my Diary from Saturday, February 28, 1948: “I got the “pip!” I didn’t tell Mother until lunch, and she asked why I didn’t tell her right away. [I must have been a sassy kid because I said it was because she hadn’t asked me]. She told me to remember this day and I went and wrote it in this diary…

In another entry–On February 7th, a Saturday, I wrote in my diary “I wore stockings today for the first time! I also got a new pair of shoes–Robin Hoods. I walked all over [the Charlotte square], pulling the stockings up. (I didn’t have a garter belt)… Oh, I just remembered this was also the year that I turned myself in for chewing gum while on safety patrol duty. I received my just demerit…

A tad…from the past?

A Baby Died

He or she?  I want to know more.

Breast fed?  Hugged enough?

Oh oh oh, this was the world, for you.

Hello, goodbye.  Come again.

Nan