Remebering
Well another memorial weekend has come and gone. If by chance you take the time to read this, thank God cause it means your still alive. I am 50 years old and I thank God each and everyday for his grace. I thank him for keeping me in spite of my ignorance and shortcomings. To grow old is a blessing from God. One experience that is common to man its to have to deal with the passing of a love one. One of the first experiences I had with it was the passing of my father. I remember it as if it was yesterday. He and my mother were separated and we had moved to Des Moines Iowa from Kansas City Mo. My mother received a phone call from my aunt informing her that my father who was 39 years old at the time had been killed in an accident. It was the fall of 1971. As a child of 10 years I had no experience to teach me or prepare me of how to respond to this. I remember this numb feeling of mixed emotions. I wanted to comfort my mother but did not know how. We traveled to KC to attend the funeral, ...