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My mother and father back in 1965.

80 years and counting.

I was saying my prayers last evening. One part of them is prayers for the dead family members that I have lost during my life and Joyce’s family members that were also part of my life. I also include people that I worked with at Litton ACD and during my naval service. The list is long and there are more that I’m sure I don’t know of that have passed away during my years on this planet.

Here is the list I know of. Joyce, Eleanor Sprol, Tom Litchfield, Joyce’s mother Margaret Pearson, Father Larry Pearson, Grandfather Marcus Stoeppler, his wife Amelia, Their son Marcus, William Stoeppler, Marie Stoeppler, my mother Regina Weber, my Father Robert Weber, my brother Rob Weber, my nephew Tom Weber, my Grandfather William Rohlman, my Uncle Tom Rohlman, his wife Irene Rohlman, my uncle Kenny Smith, my aunt Maryanne Smith, My navy buddy Doug Culwell, My old boss from Burroughs, Ted Morange and from Litton corp. Bill Tayler, Bob Dill, Sharon Friedhoffen, Bill Cameron. That’s all I can think of at the moment.

There are more. I was 19 when I went overseas to Guam and everyone in my air crew of 32 were as old as 10-20 years older than me so they are dead now. Aboard the USS Kitty Hawk many of my squadron chiefs were WW-2 veterans and Korean war vets. They are likely gone.

I’m older than everyone I know in my apartment complex, or anyone I know. I'm older than all of my siblings. One thing when I’m older than everyone I know is that my chances are I’ll likely the next of all I know to pass away. I’m tired of losing people in my life. For some reason, God is keeping me alive, for what purpose I’m not sure and I likely never will know. I hope when I die, He will let me know why I was here so long and suffered through all I’ve lost here on Earth. I’m assuming that I will go to heaven and see He who has created heaven and Earth. If I don’t see HIM, I’ll be in that place that I’ve been told is very warm, in fact darn hot.