To fully appreciate what I am about to say, you may want to go back and re-read my April entry
HERE.
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So there I was in church today... thinking... wondering. Did they tear down my brother's old house yet? I had forgotten to look on the way in. I had this funny feeling though, that they had. I made a mental note to myself to check on my way out. And when I did, I couldn't find it.
Wait.
I thought maybe it was hiding behind some trees. I second guessed myself assuming that I was not looking far enough beyond the trees. It was there last week.
It couldn't just disappear in one week.
But it had.
Jim's voice could be heard somewhere inside my head, "I'll be coming home in the spring to go through the old house."
It was his anchor, that old house, for a very special and long season of his life.
I cried all the way home.
Then I wiped away my tears and enjoyed the here and now. Grand-angels came to swim and eat pizza, shrimp and ice cream and play games in the yard.
Anvil enjoyed the attention...
and so did Gracie.
Dear Diary,
Today I learned that I am the master. I always thought dad was the master. But the CupCake and ShortStuff said I was the master. And they started walking like me and following me through the yard acting like me. Imagine that? Me, a master... Now. To convince dad of this... Gracie.
