Happy Day with Ghosts

Today my younger brother becomes a doctor.

He has been working hard learning all this stuff.

Today he graduates.

And gets a diploma and all that.

And now he can work on people.

He recently moved his family to Arizona.

We love having them close.

And now, since he has gone back to his school to graduate,

we are taking care of one of his cute children.

As my cute little nephew has been in my home these past few days,

I keep seeing the ghost of my little brother

running through my house,

playing with my own little son.

And then, I look again,

and it's like the ghost of the husband

is playing with the ghost of my younger brother.

I'm not afraid of ghosts.

And it makes me smile.

Congratulations, brother!!

I sure do love you.

Life's Tough in San Francisco

It had been a trying day. A mother in a sweltering Arizona city wearily entered her bedroom to find a note penned by her pre-teen son, lovingly placed on her pillow and another note on the pillow adjacent to hers that was "To: Dad".

Curious, the mother picked up the letter on her pillow and opened it. She found a beautiful, short love note from a young son. It lifted her spirits and brought a smile to her lovely face. The letter expressed a son's love for his mother, words extolling her virtues and appreciation for her being.

Buoyed by the sentiments, she called her husband in that he might read his letter and experience the same loving feelings. After sharing the words of her note with her husband, she encouraged him to read his letter. He tenderly openend it, read the words to himself, and stood rooted to his spot. The wife couldn't wait to hear what treasures her husband's letter contained. He passed her the letter. This is what she read:

Dear Dad,

Life's tough in San Francisco.

Love,

Bob

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*the young son is my brother (now a grown man whose name is not bob, but for some reason he signed the letter "love, bob")- and on occasion, in order to console one another during a difficult experience, you may hear us recite to each other "Life's tough in San Francisco..."