Sunday will be my mother's 87th birthday. She has managed to live this long even though she's been bed ridden the last year in a nursing home. Her husband turned 91 in May of this year and lives in the same room with her, but manages to roll the wheel chair down the hall to the cafeteria. We've tried to get Mom to get in a wheel chair and go with him, but she just digs her heels in and pulls the stubborn act on us. This is her way of making us take care of her anyway. So, with this day coming, I hope all comes out well for each of us.