Many years
back when the kids were little, our black lab, Holly, ran off and was lost for
a few days. We put a "Lost Dog" sign on Collister Road after a couple days. The
phone rang one evening and one of the kids answered it. A lady had called and
had seen our sign, and, she had also seen a sign in the neighborhood from
someone who had found a black lab. The lady on the phone explained seeing the 2
signs and wondered if the found dog could be our dog. To which my child said,
"It can't be our dog, our dog's lost". I took the phone and called the other number
and went and got our dog.
Quote for
the day:
"Sherman made the terrible discovery that men make about
their fathers sooner or later... that the man before him was not an aging
father but a boy, a boy much like himself, a boy who grew up and had a child of
his own and, as best he could... adopted a role called 'Being a Father' so that
his child would have something mythical and infinitely important: a Protector,
who would keep a lid on all the chaotic and catastrophic possibilities of
life." -Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire of the Vanities
This is very true as I watched my
mother die and as I watch my father age. I once heard it explained that the
human spirit doesn't age. It changes due to experiences, but you feel young at
heart as your body ages