Life

I am back or at least back to the Blog.  It has been almost two years since Wade died.  I still grieve as I do for the rest of my family.
You do not get over grief or even past it.   Some days it hits me and I crumble.  It may be Wade or Cheryl and Lee or Mother and Daddy. When it hits, it hits hard.

I’ve turned 74. I have now lived two years longer than my Dad.  He was almost 72 when he died, so not quite two years.  By my standards now, that is young.  It is amazing he has been gone over 27 years.  There are only two of us left from this picture. Life is uncertain.