1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="QzYs9dVrsA"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/x-xanthippe/">X: Xanthippe</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/x-xanthippe/embed/#?secret=QzYs9dVrsA" width="600" height="338" title="“X: Xanthippe” — PoohsDen" data-secret="QzYs9dVrsA" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> He bent down lacing his sneakers.  It was a chore – one that got difficult with the years. “They call it second childhood afterall” he sighed straightening up. He walked out into the cold air. It was not cold – cold like the places he had lived in his youth but the cold these days got to him. He draped his woolen scarf tighter around his neck and shivered. Things changed over time. Gradually and steadily. The cold became unbearable, favorite foods indigestible, vision blurry, sounds filtered, joints creaky and oh the list went on. He walked along watching the sky light up and the world wake up. He walked everyday– hobbling and leaning on his cane. He walked, his muscles complained and feet dragged. He prodded along thinking about the day ahead. A day he will have to endure. The family had arrived in droves – children, grand children and all. Baggage, pets, swimsuits and beach sets all packed in those huge family vans. The house rang with laughter, screams and cries. He enjoyed the sounds and basked in pride. But today was different. The family would gather around in memory of his wife. They will share stories and […]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQd2FnNqD_o/UuZ52FSt0_I/AAAAAAAAL9Q/gSywSkF8kqU/s1600/X.jpg