hatamaran says please spay and neuter, mmmk?

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.