Another busy day. The drive to work was emotional. Listening to the radio and people talking about what they were doing on 9/11/01. It brought back memories. I realized I had to think about wether Mark was home or in Prudoe Bay. He was home. I had started a new job at Healthy Families. What a change 12 years has made. My oldest grandchild was 4 at the time, he is now a Junior in High School. Mark is gone. Life is fragmented. Events seem to shape us. There is life before and life after. So much as changed very little for the better. I guess it is take each day God gives us and find a way through it. There is always someone who has a tougher day than you and there will always be someone who is on top of the world.
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 06:33:58 +0000
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