Yes I think that calls a halt to my morbid stuff for now Nolan. Not saying anything about my health until after my return from hospital. I will not “Fear The Reaper” after the old Blue Oyster Cult song.
When the Thought Police arrive at your door, think -
I'm out.
Bob, I will not comment very much on your story, except to say that was a really lovely story about your grandfather and I think it has defined much if not all of your attitude to life. I guess my Paternal grandfather died when I was about the same age as you and pretty much about at the same time. However I have few memories of him or my paternal Grandmother either.
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