We got back from a couple of days in Kentucky where I grew up. We took the
Grandchildren on a fishing trip and boy did they have fun. Me and Grand Mother
are wore out. It was good to see family and reminisce of the old days. As I look
back on these many years I see how short life. As one life comes to a close
another is beginning. At this stage of my life I reflect on the true meaning of
life and it is not things that matter. What really matters in life are the
memories we make and the love first for God our maker and family and friends.
