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We made it back to Hastings fine Although I thought it would be about 7 And it was more like 9 (eastern time).

It was raining in Dallas And the wind was fierce And my nerves, Google did pierce.

My maps app kept rerouting us, With no ability to discuss. “Accidents,” the voice would say, “You better go this way!”

“No,” I screamed, “that doesn’t make sense!” Leaving my brother in suspense. “Which way do I go,” He wanted to know, “Do you know where we are?” “No, Guess we listen to Google.”


A year ago today we had A memorial service for our dad It is strange how quickly things can change (or not) Depending on how our thoughts, we arrange. Grateful to my friends, am I, Who have helped me to see as the time went by, That the choice is mine, how I feel, I can either accept it or say, “This can’t be real.”

Acceptance is the key And between you and me, Sometimes it sucks. But far worse is wishing it weren’t so And not letting go.

Letting go does not mean I have forgotten.

And sure, I would rather my dad be alive And that my mom, eleven months later, did not die, But he’s not and she did, and for me to truly live, I cannot wish that it weren’t so, in a “woe is me,” way, No, No, No!

Instead, I choose to focus on love And be grateful to God in heaven above For the parents He gave me for 48 years And for my brothers, whom I have come to hold very dear. And for the wonderful conclusion He gave us of this past year.