While walking through the parking lot heading towards the hardware store this evening, I watched a couple I’m guessing were in their eighties heading that direction as well. I could immediately tell the woman was in pain, all hunched over as well as walking on a bum foot. But she was a trooper a headed towards the door with gusto. The whole walk her husband was by her side holding her hand to help her. It made my day to observe their love for one another.
I would catch my Mom, in the middle of the night, eating cold fried chicken necks, ick! I asked her how she could eat them.
She said that she spent so many years giving the good pieces to us kids and that left the chicken necks. She grew to like them best, lol.