“Home is where your heart is”, was my wife’s favorite phrase when fussing at me for spending so much time at the golf course, but of course she was wrong. If that were true I’d be living on one of the many golf courses around here. OOPS, I forgot, I can’t afford to live on one of the golf courses around here. When I think of home I think of warmth, laughter, children, grandchildren, wife, brothers and sisters. So where we gather as a family, be it two or all of us, that is home. I’ve decided to share a photo of an old abandoned homestead and let the viewer’s imagination decide what kind of home this was.
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These are but a few of the people and things that make me happy!
Bandit was my dog…He died Sept 28, 2012, just seven days short of his twelfth birthday. Bandit was at the vets recovering from surgery to help with an enlarged prostate when he died. No reason to go into the details…at the end of the day by little fella was no longer with me. Bandit is resting with his favorite toy in our flower garden in the backyard. He is no longer in any pain, I am thankful for that. I am so blessed and thankful to have had my Bandit in my life. He has brought me much joy. Since my retirement I spent more time with my Bandit than I did with my wife, and now he is gone. I wasn’t there for my Bandit when he woke up from surgery and I will never forgive myself for that… My Bandit is gone…I miss him so much.