Anniversary

My father died four years ago today.  He went quietly and hopefully, peacefully, in his sleep. I learned a lot of things from him-just wish I'd seen the value when he was still here, but that seems to be part of our human nature, doesn't it.

There is not a day goes by that I don't invoke him somehow...in prayer, a figure of speech, a retelling of a bad joke. And I wonder what he would have thought of Maisie, our wedding, our house, my desire for a more agrarian livelihood...


Make the most of the time you have with the people you have.  Other things can wait.

Donald Richard Thompson, 1932-2006

This photo Mayfield, New York circa 1963