Life can be topsy turvy. The other morning I was just commenting to Al that I was pondering rushing into things, verses controlling things. My friend Wendy reminds me that we can make all kinds of plans but they never really happen the way we plan them. The phone rang with my mother telling me my dad is in intensive care.
That day I planned to go to work and Al asked me what I would like for dinner. We planned to have salad. I did not go to work and I had pie for dinner.
I don't know if my dads life worked out as he planned. Or if my will unfold how I plan. I hear the trick is to accept what does happen. Like pie for dinner vrs salad.
Photo tribute to my dad.
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