Wednesday is here! And golly gee whitkicker… ’tis my photo this week! Thanks for choosing mine, Rochelle! Woot! (It’s the small things that bring us joy…) Thanks always for hosting, Rochelle Wisoff (no ‘e’)-Fields!
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Some paths seem longer than others. Some last for 92 years and others only seven months, twnety-three days.
Some are filled with a lifetime of memories, both wonderful and sad. Some are filled with so few, yet mean so much.
Some are so barely remembered, you wonder if they were ever even taken. Some leave an unforgettable mark on all who set foot on it.
Some lead off into many directions, filled with adventures. Some are straight and narrow, leading to what seems only a dead end.
When I’ve reached the end of my path, I want to look back and smile.
I was sort of hoping this week’s picture (whomsoever it came from) would allow me to somehow bring up the twentieth anniversary of my firstborn’s death (January 17). Not because I want to focus on the loss but because I wanted to honour him. Austin was with us for seven months and twenty-three days so, there is the reference above and led me down that “path”. Like his parents, he was a “Smiley-Joe” when he was home with us.