I think this is the end of my family story. There may be recollections from time to time, but a daily journal of my family life is at an end. I think. There are some other things to talk about. Maybe.
We've been married ten years now, and this started out to be stories of my *early* married life. Well, I guess ten years would be the early part considering we were five months short of 25 years when Stan had a fatal heart attack.
The children are all grown, and the youngest grandchild is almost 12. The older grandchildren have children of their own now.
So what will I be writing about? Philosophy? Literature? Flying lessons? Politics. Uh-uh, not that one. I have to keep my blood pressure down. Religion? Probably not; that can be a touchy subject.
Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we.
It's late. It's been a long and hectic day, and so I'm going to bed.