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Yeah, life goads is, as Masefield wrote, "to urge to heights as yet unguessed!" Some of us urged by voices along the way, while others of people along the line. My parents were both dead when I was 29. I struggled to get my voice for years, but there was an anchor. My Mother's best friend from 8th grade (1946) survived it all. As my siblings expanded far and wide, I had lunch with her regularly over the past 30 years. Even my daughters were willing and regular for visits. The dreaded call this week; she was sent to the home. She's 92 and has gone to rest, near deaf, yet still lucid and remembered me. I gave her the cards my girls made with their Swim and year pictures. Pauline enjoyed that. She was tired. A person only leaves such a place one way. As much as I wish to be an uncouth bastard the reality exists, she mattered. Maybe I'd held on past my sticker date, but every moment was cherished, and every moment borrowed. Thanks, Pauline, for carrying me so far...
