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mystery photos...

This photo is one of several very old snapshots I found in a keepsake box. Apparently it was a photo my grandmother saved (both of my grandparents are gone), although I have no idea who it might be. It was probably taken in the early 1920's or a little earlier judging from the look of similar photos that had dates. It is particularly intriguing to me for some reason and I find myself pulling it out often. My goal in life right now is two-fold: make it to work and breathe. And I'm having a hard time with the breathing part. I've never felt pain like this in my life. My muscles are so tight my skin burns. Hopefully, someday I can actually write about the accident a little, but right now I am broken into a million pieces--all scattered around an empty space in my chest that could swallow the universe whole. Posting will be quite sporadic as will blog-surfing. For those of you I've become close to, please feel free to email me at any time. Your words of kindness have meant a great deal to me.

Me and Daddy in 1969

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. --Robert Frost

Thank you all for the kind comments, e-hugs and words of comfort. I didn't know my heart could break into so many pieces. The pain is almost unbearable. Daddy would have been 70 this May. I keep thinking maybe if I go ahead and dial his number he will answer and it will all be over...and we will talk about what an awful time we had to go through together. The poem above was one he used to quote to me. It was read at his funeral service.

News for Hatamaran readers

Hello, folks. This is Barry from Inn of the Last Home, guest-blogging for Teresa. I volunteered to post this for her readers, since I know how much she cares about each of you and considers your friendship very valuable. Well, she's going to need it more than ever...

Teresa's father passed away suddenly this past Saturday. It was a great shock to her and her family, and she will be taking a short hiatus from her site until things are back in order. I'm sure she would appreciate any comments and words of encouragement you can give.

I don't know specifically what she would ask in memorials, but if I may suggest memorial gifts to any of the charities she lists to the left - such as the one to save the wild horses - or to your local animal shelter would be appreciated.

I don't know if she gives out her email address, but if you'd like to send her a note feel free to send it to lasthome@gmail.com and I'll make sure she gets them.

In her stead, I thank you in advance and God bless.