The Road Leads Home

I didn't stop to take a picture of the road I took coming home, so I used one my son took from the window of our moving car as we were about to cross the Pennobscot River at Bucksport Maine. I had spent Tuesday night in such pain I was not sure I was going to be able to drive on Thursday but I felt enough better to travel and I made it home today. I left both mornings at 3 AM because I much prefer the night driving. I was through New York City Thursday morning at 7 AM with no meaningful traffic. I really had a wonderfully meaningful summer. Starting with the service at St. Thomas for Marsha and including visits in Virginia and all around Massachusetts with friends and family. Then I also spent lots of time in Maine with my son Dana, my grandson Forrest and the love of Dana's life Jessica. We had exciting trips and excursions and great conversations while life included other fun activities. Altogether a great summer to help me with the great changes in my life without Marsha. I must say as I sit in my recliner that fits my body just right that it is very nice to be home. I walked in and it felt like Marsha and me. The familiar things, my shower, my bed, my TV, and my computer internet. I know you didn't sit around missing me, but I'm now missing you if I don't get to facebook and this blog. Cloudy today so I played golf but haven't seen my beach yet. I'm home. Life is good. God is good. Amen Amen!!!!