I rode to Bryantsville,Indiana yesterday to visit both my Sisters and my Fathers grave.The weather was beautiful... The grave my Sister Rita is in, was originally intended for my Mother and Father. She died suddenly, tragically, in 1984.....It is a double grave....no one is buried beside her, and my Fathers body is now laid just two rows away. I stood and took note of the beautiful surrounding hills, gentle breeze, and the immense corn fields in an area so defining of Indiana. It is so true, that life is short...and it is so important to cherish each and every moment we have with others. This is so very easy to forget. I also went to see my Uncle in the nursing home. My Fathers brother, Dale. He is now 90, and just like my Mother,....failing slowly but surely. Who will be next I had to wonder, as my Uncle warned me about motorcycle riding....I am aware of our short time here on this earth, more so now than ever....Dust In The Wind....All we are, is dust in the wind........youtu.be/g0zSB2WEtwU.
Posted on: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 12:51:14 +0000
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