My dad died in 1982. He was 66.
That's so young. The cancer would have taken my dad back in 2000 had it not been for my mom, Nurse Betty. That, plus the fact that he was a stubborn old bird. The photo is from 2006. We were lucky to have him around for a few more years.
My dad is still with us, having survived a couple cancer battles so far. A stroke got mom a few years back.Getting old sucks, btw.~
Life is short, so love the one you got, and all that Jazz...Nurse Betty Boop turns 80 next year, still sharp as a tack. I better start practicing now for the Second Annual SkittleBowl Tournament, which will surely be held at her birthday party.
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