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I miss the days of childhood when I was oblivious to all the stresses the grownups faced, the arguments, the financial concerns, the health scares.  Back to a day when I was the center of attention oftentimes for my Grandparents.  When they were alive to offer their wisdom and in my eyes were gods on earth.  I miss trips to Florida with Mawmaw and The Old Man.  I miss those carefree days.

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Hello Blog, my old friend.  It has been a number of weeks since I wrote last.  Surgeries and recovery and selling Dad’s house and all. It has been a little consuming on the mental front.  Today is my first full week back to the grind.  Thought I would start it right and write. I have been working on old photographs and tracking my ancestry.  Seems fitting as I feel a little out of sorts with “who am I?”  Don’t be mistaken, having []

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This morning, seven years, four months and a week after Ma’s death, my Daddy is resting next to her once again. Yesterday’s []