Post #277 Grandma, Aug. 26, 1920 - Jun. 1, 2011, Pt. II

At my Grandma's visitation, I saw a man I'd thought had been dead for 15 years. Some 15 years ago, my Dad said that a guy he'd worked with for some 20 years had terminal cancer and three months to live. Obviously, he got better -- I'm glad I did not scream! My parents did not go to his funeral, of course, but they never talked about him either -- I just assumed that was my parents way of dealing, ya know....