and I really didn't feel like going into the specifics all over again on a new post so I'm reposting this thread even though it's over a year old. Wendell
lived longer than any of us thought he would but in the last few months, he was really suffering. His face had drooped, he could no longer speak, was having difficulty breathing and he'd lost significant weight because he pretty much stopped eating.
I probably won't go to the funeral because I don't want to travel. My family doesn't know that yet. I hated travelling to Oklahoma City and back last year for the family reunion. The trip was hard since I was by myself. Once I got to my hotel and spent time with the family, I was fine. It was the getting there and back that sucked. I used to love flying and looked forward to it when I was younger. Not anymore. I'm not sure I will ever set foot on a plane ever again, to tell the truth.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/17/2023 02:51PM by MamaRAMa.