Off my duff … and remembering Richard
I’m really trying hard to keep moving. I know it’s the only way to fight growing old but it’s so much easier to cuddle up with a good book than it is to exercise ! Soooooo … with this in mind I’ve been forcing myself to WALK to my post office instead of drive there everyday.
It’s about a mile and a half round trip so that certainly won’t kill me and it also goes right by the Vass Memorial Garden. That place has a special meaning for me because it’s where this brick lies, in memory of my husband Richard.
There’s nothing fancy about this small memorial garden but it’s a sweet place to pause and to remember Dick who passed away in 1990.
It also reminds me that he’d be the first one to tell me to get off my duff and “keep moving” !