Today is the one-year anniversary of my Grandpa Howie’s death. I wrote about him several times immediately after he passed away, and I’ve re-read those posts today to remind myself how far I’ve moved in my grief in the months he’s been gone. I still miss that guy like you wouldn’t believe. I consider myself…
Tag: gooey heart
On the Road Again
First, before I explain my fabulous weekend plans, let me add to yesterday’s post by stating that ingesting the little packet in my turkey jerky would have also caused a non-specified digit to drop off, leaving me a nine-fingered teacher. The scenario just seems worse and worse, doesn’t it? Good thing I didn’t eat it….
Blue Speckled Pup 