Thursday, September 23, 2010
It is always so hard to say goodbye to summer, for another year. What is there not to love? Summer means relaxing, reading a book on the beach, playing ball in the sand. Picnics, and sunsets. To think that I have to wait for another three seasons, before I can revisit my beloved summer. So long, summer of 2010. You were far too short for me this year.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
I found a poem that reminded me of Curly and Arliene's love story. Their love was an inspiration, and I will always remember them. They were laid to rest, together, on August 12, 2010. Forever and always.
The question is asked, "Is there anything more beautiful
in life than a boy and a girl clasping hands and pure in
hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything
more beautiful than young love?" And the answer is
given. "Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the
spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their
journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled,
but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant;
their hearts are physcially bowed and tired, but still strong
with love and devotion for on another. Yes, there is a more
beautiful thing than young love. Old love."