|An old fence|
Late summer and early fall found
me running up and down the Shenandoah
Valley to Washington D.C. visiting
family and enjoying their company.
We are still exploring those "first's"
without Daddy. We all miss him
terribly. Yet, I like to think that
he is always close by enjoying us
girls cooking in the kitchen,
driving with me as I am awed by
all the beautiful fall colors,
watching all his grandsons grow
into such interesting men.
No one told us it would be so
hard to lose this fixture in our lives.
So, we have good days and bad days.
Always remembering how lucky