Cracker is in da house...is anyone up but me?.... ...I just got a hell of a surprise...I was layin' in bed and Reg put her head around the corner...so I get up and be damned if my sister from Tennessee isnt standin' right behind her ...so here we are...catchin' up as only sisters can do...life is good...happy New Year you all...I love ya and will chat at ya later...

   

My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
but I myself determine
the banks that it will go.

Some days the current takes me
in waves of guilt and pain,
but there are always quiet pools
where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger;
my faith seems faint indeed,
but there are some blessed swimmers
who know exactly what I need

some loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
when I just seem to go adrift.

Grief's river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
By swimming in Hope's channels,
I'll reach the shore at last.
By Cinthia G. Kelley