The 4th Floor

Recently, I boarded an elevator with a gentleman and when I asked which floor he replied "I'm going to the 4th floor.  Soon." 

I laughed and replied "It will be a little windy up there". 

He smiled and said "Not where I'm going" 

Our building only has three floors.  I will really miss him when he goes; but, I know he will be where he wants to be - the 4th floor must be an amazing place  

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Posted by Life After Hysterectomy at 10/15/2009 11:54 PM
Categories: life,death,life lessons
Tags: growing old seniors age
 

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