Dirt Tracks and Wide Open Spaces

Sparse posting.  Our days busy with real (non-digital) things.  Albert's funeral Friday.  It was more a ceremony of honor than sadness.  Although when we hit the second verse of "How Great Thou Art", my sister-in-law had to share her tissues with me.  "…When through the woods and forest glades I wander…"  When grieving I tend to seek trees or open skies.  The finest thing I can say in honor of Albert is that I went home having given great consideration to my role as a father.

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