CONTEMPLATIONS

6124425_orig   This year has been a series of age markers for my kids as the oldest turned twenty-one, the next turned sixteen and the youngest turned twelve.  Time seems to be passing so quickly I don’t know whether I am coming or going.

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Remembering Grandpa

GpaMiller

My grandfather who passed away last Thursday at the age of 89.

Two little blackbirds sitting on a hill: 
One was named Jack.
One was named Jill. 
Fly away jack.
Fly away Jill.
Come back Jack.
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