I work in hospice, and can’t describe the anger and sadness I have at moments. I say moments because if I let it fester I’d be of no help.

Like the young woman that recently passed - a few years ago she was diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure in her 30s, so had to go on medication. Shortly after she lost her job and couldn’t afford it, so quit talking her meds. Next thing you know she had a stroke. A couple years later she has complications leading to another event, and now she’s dead.

Because lifesaving medicine and healthcare is too expensive, parents watched their child die.

I just build ovens for a living, I didn’t think they’d actually use them.

Oh God, the truth in this hurts.

I love cilantro, but the taste of rose makes me think of potpourri and soap in old lady’s bathrooms. I’ve had rose flavored Turkish delight before, and it was okay, but I much prefer the other flavors.

He passed in 2000 at the age of 52. 😐

I loved watching him when I was growing up, but as adulthood and kids took over my life, he slipped away. Thanks for the memory!

It’s not supposed to be dark yellow, so I’m guessing better hydrated.