July 4th, 2010

I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately about family. I think about my family quite often, but lately, I’ve been thinking about my great grandmother McCormack and also my mom’s mom. I’m not sure why. I often wonder if my grandma would have lived to be a much older age than 72, if she’d had that spot on her breast checked out long before she did. It had been there for 30 years, and I often wonder why no one did something about checking it out far before it was too late. My great grandmother lived to be very old, and one of my grandmother’s older sisters just celebrated her 95th birthday. I saw some of the pictures and it doesn’t look like she’s ever needed to pull out any wrinkle cream, even at the ripe age of 95. Her skin is perfect.

Someone commented to me a few days ago that they thought someone who was several years younger than me was actually several years older. My mom has no wrinkles. If all these great genes are any sign of the things to come, then I’m looking forward to it. I miss them all-

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