On my way to Port Austin, Michigan, a deep sadness came over me after visiting a nursing home.
Parkinson's Disease caused one elderly lady to shake during our conversation. The nurse told of her satisfying life teaching, while her husband told of his "quiet" funeral home.
Memory lapses from some.
Loneliness for some.
All of it got me thinking as I drove to meet a friend in Bad Axe for dinner.
And, that thinking is what my dad always warned me about.
"You think too much," dad would say.
And, I would go play then.
Gone fishing for a day, at least.
That should revive and recreate me.
Always does as I visit my brother before returning home to downtown Detroit.