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Wow, two in one day. Well, I've been trying to get that last post together for three weeks now. I broke down in tears (no matter where I was at the time) every time I thought through that opening line which had occurred to me as I traveled to TN last month. All I could think of for a few hours during my traveling was of the opportunity I'd lost forever. So this post will be about a narrowly attained opportunity.
This is a picture of me and my granny after last year's Fourth of July parade in Decatur, TN. (It's the only one I could find anywhere on my computer.) Granny rode in a horse drawn buggy that she and Papaw had bought over ten years ago and had fixed up. She had always talked about actually using it. I'm so grateful for the fact that she got to ride in her buggy while she was healthy and happy. (It isn't really a buggy. It has two bench seats and four wheels. What's that called?) She'd beaten lymphoma a few years back and wasn't yet aware of any new maladies to be worried about. She rode in the parade with my step-Dad driving, my sister sitting next to him, and Sarina next to Granny in the back.
Sarina and I had ridden my motorcycle up to Decatur that day just to see Granny and the parade. In fact that afternoon Sarina took the picture of me I'm using as an icon from the back seat of that roadster.*
*: (Yes, ha ha, I'm using my icon from the back seat of a roadster. You're so funny.)
This is a picture of me and my granny after last year's Fourth of July parade in Decatur, TN. (It's the only one I could find anywhere on my computer.) Granny rode in a horse drawn buggy that she and Papaw had bought over ten years ago and had fixed up. She had always talked about actually using it. I'm so grateful for the fact that she got to ride in her buggy while she was healthy and happy. (It isn't really a buggy. It has two bench seats and four wheels. What's that called?) She'd beaten lymphoma a few years back and wasn't yet aware of any new maladies to be worried about. She rode in the parade with my step-Dad driving, my sister sitting next to him, and Sarina next to Granny in the back.
Sarina and I had ridden my motorcycle up to Decatur that day just to see Granny and the parade. In fact that afternoon Sarina took the picture of me I'm using as an icon from the back seat of that roadster.*
*: (Yes, ha ha, I'm using my icon from the back seat of a roadster. You're so funny.)