AKA JimK4

This was my intro when I first visited chat in October '96. The only change is the age which is sometimes a lot older, sometimes quite younger. My best pal, Liz, had a stroke on the day we buried her mother and died just five days later, 1/28/96. Perhaps He thought her work was done. I didn't; still don't. Neither do our kids, Beth, Jim, Jeremy and Brendhan. And little Katie and Kieran will never know how great grandmothering can be. But, like everyone else, I must accept the things I cannot change and make her proud of how well she trained me and make each day one we can be proud of. I must move on because she would want me to.