Five Minute Friday — Bloom

It’s Friday and time for our weekly exercise — Five Minute Friday. It is here where we would be writers throw caution to the wind and let the words flow from mind to fingers for just five minutes {more or less} on a specific prompt from Lisa Jo Baker and her crew. We do it because we love words and because of the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. We do it for joy in the process no matter how messy the result.

Lisa Jo came up with the idea and it has mushroomed into hundreds strong. Check her post — and her links — http://lisajobaker.com/2014/07/when-the-storms-come-keep-writing-2/ for some interesting takes on a common word. I know I am always amazed at how my fellow bloggers develop their assignment.

So, without further ado, the prompt word this week is BLOOM and the timer is set. So, here we GO

I was sitting in the gazebo a couple of weeks ago staring at my rose of Sharon tree. Here it was approaching mid-July and still no blooms. There were plenty of buds but no blooms.

I was sitting in the gazebo yesterday morning and my rose of Sharon tree was ablaze with soft lavender flowers with a deep purple center and vivid yellow stigma … blooms all in the matter of days.

IMAG0789Birds were resting in the branches, bees were buzzing and the colors attracted the most beautiful butterflies I’ve seen in quite a while. Squirrels were scurrying around near the base. Even Buster and Heidi were just sitting on the porch watching. Normally they would have had the squirrels in their sights for some play time.

It was an idyllic scene. I thought to myself, the only thing missing was a hummingbird. The rose of Sharon  always attracts them,

As often happens while … STOP

… I’m sitting in the gazebo having my morning coffee with Karen, I sensed the proverbial whack in the back of the head with an imperative to look again. Sure enough, there on the north side of the tree was a hummingbird flitting from petal to petal collecting nectar for the day.

So, there. I got it all. A nudge from Karen dearest and a full visual cornucopia of nature in balance and harmony.

Our rose of Sharon tree is a testament to nature. It’s “roots” came from the back yard of my boyhood home in Totowa, NJ. Karen conned me into digging up a root, then meticulously cultivated it for a couple of weeks until we could plant it in the back yard of our newly-purchased home in upstate New York back in late August 1998.

It was, truly, a twig at the time and it took about three growing seasons to get any blooms. While I was inclined to call it a green thumb failure, Karen persisted and insisted it would grow. Once again, she was right and I was … well, wrong.

The bush was against a fence in New Jersey and I don’t remember it getting larger than maybe six feet. But here in upstate New York, it morphed into a tree, probably standing about 10-12 feet high.

And it has the most beautiful blooms.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: It’s harder to take a punch than to throw one.

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I Survived

I  think the grandkids should get together and buy me a t-shirt … “I Survived a Weekend at the Jersey Shore and New York City with My Grandkids.”

As I mentioned previously, last weekend I took 10 of the grandchildren ages 1 1/2 to 18 — with three chaperones — on our annual adventure. In the past, we’ve been to the Radio City Christmas Show in New York City and on the road in Cleveland and Boston and on an Easter Cruise aboard the Odyssey out of Boston Harbor. This year we planned a weekend junket that included a day and night at the Jersey shore, a visit to Carlo’s Bakery, a ferry ride to New York City, fun in Madison Square Park, a visit to the Empire State Building and dinner at Falls View! They also had a heavy dose of the pool at the motel as a nightcap Thursday and Friday.

And they were troopers. We crammed a lot of activity in a short time with very little complaining or grousing. We walked … and walked … and walked … well over 10 miles with just a couple of piggybacks for the younger ones {thanks Deanna}. We laughed … and laughed … and laughed.

at poolI didn’t have many rules for the crew, but No. 1 was “HAVE FUN!” I’d like to think that’s exactly what they had. I know I did. Watching their eyes light up in the sand and surf of the Seaside Heights beach and at the Madison Square Park water park and playground … Watching them spread their wings on the rides on the boardwalk {including what could be one of the last rides on the storied carousel} … Watching them pick out their special treat from Carlo’s Bakery … Watching them ooh and ah in wonder as we walked around the perimeter of the observation deck at the Empire State Building … Watching them adhere to the No. 2 rule — stay with their buddy based on age, older with younger, while on the move {like in New York City} … Watching them interact with each other — cousins they don’t get a chance to see too often … THAT made the whole weekend worth it!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Make every day count with the people you love.

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Five Minute Friday — Belong

It’s Friday. And even though I’m on a family vacation with the grandkids, today’s prompt was so appropriate I felt compelled to jot down five minutes worth of words.

The Friday task is to write for just five minutes on a common prompt. The idea came from Lisa Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/) and has evolved into a hundreds strong writing flash mob now congregating on Facebook (https://https://www.facebook.com/fiveminutefriday).

This week’s word is BELONG. The timer is set and it’s time to START

Traveling with 10 grandkids from age 1 1/2 to 18 is, well, challenging. Each of them, from three families with three sets of rules and codes of conduct, are eagerly trying to fit it with their cousins on this mini-vacation … each trying to belong.

They do, of course, but they haven’t quite figured it out. That was one of the purposes of this trip … to let them know they are loved … that life is bigger than just themselves … and they belong to a greater sphere than their own little world.

Thus far, I think the week has lived up to its billing, starting with a graduation party last weekend with way too many family members than they even knew they had … to visits to an instructional league baseball game to see yet another cousin … to helping me pick up and deliver  my newspapers … to the fun of the Jersey shore and nightly recaps at the motel pool. Tomorrow its off to Carlo’s Bakery and an afternoon in  New York City before the  junket ends Sunday.

STOP

They are tired … and tiring. But they proudly belong to me. What more can you ask for?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Many people are not considering Christ because they’ve never seen an alternative in someone their own age who is really living for Christ, demonstrating the difference.

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Big Ears … By Ron

I just had to share this one from Ron Hutchcraft. As usual, it blends humor into the message … a trait I try to follow. So, here’s Ron…

 

I recently heard a story about a farmer who was suing for damages that he had incurred in an automobile accident. A truck hit his pickup truck, and his pickup was totaled. Well, he was being cross-examined in court by the insurance company attorney who said, “Sir, the report that was taken at the scene said you told the officer you were fine. Can you explain that?”

In other words, why was he suing?

And I understand the farmer said, “Me and my old cow, Bessy, was driving down the road in my pickup truck.”

Well, the attorney objected. He said, “Your Honor, wait a minute! He’s not answering the question.” And the judge said, “Sir, you do have to answer the question. Would you please?”

“Me and my old cow, Bessy, was driving down the road in my pickup truck.” Well, now the attorney is a little more ticked. He said, “He is evading the question, your Honor. I object! Make him answer the question.”

The judge said, “Well, maybe we ought to hear everything he has to say.”

“Me and my…” You want to say it with me now? “Me and my old cow, Bessy, was driving down the road in my pickup truck, when suddenly this big old semi came across the road and hit us and threw me out of the truck; landed on the highway. Pretty soon I saw this big old officer standing over me, and I said, ‘How is Bessy?’ And he said, ‘Well, I went over and Bessy wasn’t doing well at all, so I took out my gun and I shot her.’ Then he asked me, ‘Now, how are you doing?'”

I guess he was fine. See, hearing the rest of the story can make a very big difference.

I’m Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A Word With You today about “Big Ears.”

Our word for today from the Word of God comes from James 1:19. In a way it’s a big ears verse. Here’s what it says, Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry. I remember Warren Wiersbe saying one time, “People get most of their exercise jumping to conclusions.” Well, it’s true. It’s like the attorney with that farmer. If you’d be silent long enough to hear the whole story, it might change everything.

That’s probably why it says in this verse people who are quick to listen are slow to become angry. Because they get the rest of the story, and that often makes the difference. Now, listening makes a big difference in whether or not you understand the other person. You’ve got to be willing to hear their whole paragraph, not just the opening sentence and you think you know the rest of it.

A lot of times we just impatiently think, “Yeah, I know what you’re going to say.” But listen! Hear their heart, not just their words. I mean, this is basic to a married couple being able to grow into oneness. Or people in a church or a business who have different viewpoints. It’s essential to listen to find some middle ground.

Listening also makes a big difference in whether or not you are listened to. Nowhere is this more important than between parents and kids. When a parent speaks without listening, which we so often do, that parent has forfeited a lot of authority when they speak. You cut off the communication every parent so desperately wants. Our children need to hear our wisdom about their friends, their school work, their music, and their love life. But they’re not going to hear it if we don’t win the right to be heard by listening.

And when you’re sharing Jesus with someone, don’t be a gospel machine gun. Listen! Find out where their need is first. Find out about their background. One way to show a person you really care is to have big ears. It’s very hard for someone to talk into a big mouth. Listen aggressively with your eyes, with your hands. Ask that second or third question that shows you really care. “How are you doing?” “Fine.” “Really? Are you really?”

You can’t imagine how much your relationship could be improved by heeding this simple advice from the Word of God, be quick to listen.

So here’s the question for today. When I ask it, I want you to think about the people around you in your personal universe. Would they call me a good listener?

If you haven’t been listening, tell them you’re sorry you haven’t and you’re asking God to help you change.

Beginning today, give the people around you that great gift of your big ears.

Ron’s words of wisdom for the day can be found at www.hutchcraft.com/a-word-with-you.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: God forgives you for your mistakes of yesterday, so move forward and be happy.

 

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All in the Family

What a weekend!

What a wonderful weekend!

Under the pretense of a graduation party for my grandson — okay, it actually WAS a graduation party for my grandson — we were able to bring the Siccardi clan together for the first happy time in eight years, spanning four generations.
familyThat’s me with the white hair and blue shorts slightly left of center {how appropriate} flanked by the family. Clustered to my right are daughter Nicolle and her significant other Doug Biery, holding Kady and Colin with Anthony and Ella; son and daughter-in-law Jonathan and Monica with their offspring, Karly, Jonathan Jr. and Taylor; to my left, the Massachusetts brood, Scott and Mandi with Benjamin, DJ, Timothy and Haleigh (hidden in mommy’s belly); Joe and Nichole from Kentucky; and the Ohio bunch, Deanna (holding Addison) and Mike with sons Gavin and Zach and Zach’s fiancee Khristine. Whew!
I can’t express my feelings, they run so deep. As I looked at them and realized how much they’ve grown since they were the urchins running around our various houses and yards. All five of my children made the trip — from Kentucky, Ohio, Massachusetts and, of course, New York — each with their younger children. My grandson Zach — my older daughter’s oldest son — also made the trip with his fiancee and their daughter … my great-granddaughter Addison. We almost had my other great-granddaughter Peyton, but granddaughter and mommy Shayla didn’t want to let her go and miss her first Fourth of July in the Quad Cities.

My five visited with each other, caught up in person and relived youthful memories and escapades {that’s one of the reasons my hair is snow white and Karen’s best friend was Loreal}. Their kids played together, including time in the pool. Everyone cooed over the littlest ones — Colin and Addy. And I thoroughly enjoyed the moments when I watched my progeny deal with issues like “I have to go to the bathroom”, that’s enough gummy bears, eat some chicken before you eat some cake, slooow down or put those sticks down.

All but five grandchildren were at the party, although we did get a heavy dose of Ryan who is playing in the New York Instructional League for Olean and had a few games in next-door Geneva. I was able to get the grandchildren to sign their names on bright red rocks identifying their specific rose bush {by proxy for those missing by their parents} in the garden {that was Karen’s idea … counting great-grandchildren, we’re up to 19 with another on the way in September. Sorry, dear, I am a few behind. I just can’t keep up with them}.

Of course, there is always some regret. First and foremost was the fact Karen wasn’t there to enjoy these moments, although her spirit had a front row seat from the gazebo since the party was in our back yard. And, they had to leave … first Zach, Kristine and Addison after brother Ryan’s game in Geneva Sunday afternoon, Scott and Mandi later Sunday so Mandi could make a Monday doctor’s appointment, followed by Joe and Nichole Monday for the long haul back to Kentucky. Miss them already. I don’t know how many more “happy” reunions are down the road.

But the week also signaled the next experience. This weekend, I’ll be taking 10 of the grandchildren — with three chaperones — on our annual adventure. In the past, we’ve been to the Radio City Christmas Show in New York City and on the road in Cleveland and Boston and on an Easter Cruise aboard the Odyssey out of Boston Harbor. This year we’re planning a weekend junket that starts tomorrow and includes a day and night at the Jersey shore {capped with fireworks over the ocean!}, a visit to Carlo’s Bakery, a ferry ride to New York City, Art in the Park at Madison Square Park, a visit to the Empire State Building and dinner at Falls View!

So, if you see a white-haired whale on the beach or boardwalk in Seaside Heights or an old man walking in downtown Manhattan surrounded by a bunch of kids … it will probably be me. Feel free to stop and say hi!

I’ll keep you posted.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Money and power look good, but they won’t fill your being with joy the way your family will.

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Five Minute Friday — Exhale

As I approached this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday, I immediately thought of a previous FMF assignment. This week’s word is EXHALE. The word for April 5, 2013 was AFTER.

The two prompts somehow connected for me. Exhaling is the release after the excitement of the moment. It’s a cleansing breath.

With this being a holiday and time with out-of- and in-town family time at a premium, I’m going to cheat a little and liberally use the previous post as a template.

So, here goes my Five Minute friends. Unlike regular weeks, I’m not setting the timer … just sharing.

My first thought or image was of Spencer Tracy sitting in his arm chair exhaling a deep sigh after marrying off his daughter in Father of the Bride. His tuxedo tie is loosen and the living room is in shambles. He looks at Joan Bennett and says something like, “Well, Kitten, we did it.”

It started me thinking about after any event, knowing the pressure was off … exhaling with a sigh of satisfaction and relief.

Our wedding was the same. I can’t tell you much about the preparations — mainly because I was a passive participant — but I can remember minute details about the wedding itself and especially afterwards when we jointly exhaled in anticipation of the journey before us.

I can see my wife smiling as she held each of our newborns, exhaling in joy after giving birth, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable pregnancies and the pain and tumult of birth.

I can remember the birthday parties and weddings and sitting back, like old Spencer Tracy, exhaling after the event knowing it  either all came together or we got through it.

And without being maudlin, I can imagine the moment after life’s struggles and trials are over, when I take our final exhaling breath and stand before my Lord in the presence of family and friends who have gone before me and hear Him say, Well done, good and faithful servant.

Well, that’s it for this week. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/2014/07/five-minute-friday-exhale/) who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out: not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing.

There are a couple hundred bloggers who pause to post on the prompt word of the week. It’s fun getting the prompt, thinking about it for a couple of minutes and getting to work producing something readable (you hope) in just five minutes. You should link over and read some of the posts. They don’t disappoint.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: When you have positive thoughts, the good things in life are revealed.

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Is That Creepy?

My daughter, son-in-law and grandson were visiting last week from Ohio {and they’re coming back this weekend along with my sons and their families from Kentucky and Massachusetts}. We spent some time sitting in the gazebo along with my local daughter, son and daughter-in-law.

Amid the laughter, my younger daughter said something about Mom. I simple stated she better be careful or Mom would smack her in the back of the head. “Remember, she’s right there,” I added, pointing to the urn sitting on the small table next to the glider.

That got us all going again, with my daughter-in-law chiming in about an experience she had while sitting in the gazebo with a friend. It seems, friend was commenting about the roses  — we have a rose bush for each of the grandchildren although I’ll admit I’m a couple behind. Daughter-in-law explained this fact and noted I faithfully brought the urn out each summer, always had at least one rose next to it {lately with bounty from the bushes}, a weekly postcard and a daily cartoon tucked under a coaster.

Friend apparently thought that was sweet … until she glanced at the urn.

urnNow, most of you know, there isn’t one urn. There are two — one for Karen and one for me. Karen picked them out before she died and they sit next to each other in interlocking circles. Her “home” is occupied but mine is not except for my name and birth date.

Friend apparently thought that arrangement was “creepy.” I mean, to sit out there every day and look at my final resting place was … well, “creepy.”

I certainly don’t think so, but what do you think? Is it a little creepy? Or quirky? Let me know!

As the conversation morphed that early evening, the question arose as to what was going to happen after I die. I already have a spot lined up, but where are the two of us going to take up permanent residence?

I chimed in, “with you guys, of course. I figured we’d spend a couple of months with Joe and Nic, who can send us off to Dee and Mike, then visit with Mandi and Scott, back with Cole, then with Jay and Monica. We’ll just keep pestering you guys.”

With giggles and laughter, they asked how we were going to get from point A to point B, to which I answered, “Just stick us in a box and ship us.”

Now, I didn’t think that was funny or weird, but the kids had a different take. Hardly spitting the words out while laughing they formed this image of Mom and Dad in a box marked “This Side Up”. I don’t remember which one of them said it, but added, “Can you imagine the look on the postal clerk’s face when they ask if there is anything perishable or flammable or fragile inside, and the response is ‘No, it’s just Mom and Dad.'”

This should be an interesting weekend with all five of them here contributing to the conversations and memories.

In retrospect, I can see the shipping image myself. I hope I don’t start laughing in my urn when that happens.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Our life is the creation of our mind.

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Five Minute Friday — Lost

Here we are. Another Friday. Another installment of Five Minute Friday courtesy of Lisa Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/2014/06/five-minute-friday-lost/) and her crew.

It’s here where we focus on a prompt word and just let the words flow freely for five minutes {more or less}. The emphasis is on the word focus, but the intent is to let the mind do its thing through the fingers.

So, here we go. The time is set. The prompt is LOST

I don’t get lost. In fact, I don’t think I ever got lost. Oh, I’ve certainly taken some scenic routes … some unintentioned longcuts … and some detours. I even remember going around literally in circles, passing the same house and the same cow three times before finally figuring out I should turn left instead of right. But each trip allowed me to see that house with different shadows and the cow … okay, the cow just stood there seemingly motionless chewing its cud and probably chuckling, “This yokel is lost.”

And I’ve found myself telling the kids to “roll ’em up” a time or two — especially that one time in Detroit — and my wife telling me a time or two to stop and ask for directions. Hush, woman.

See, each time I was never lost. I was just on my own adventure.

My navigational skills mirror my life experiences as well. I’m very comfortable with my relationship with the Lord to know I am never lost. Sure, I have been weakened, beaten and bewildered by life and its twists and turns, but I’ve always known there was a better navigator … STOP

… than I in control. And sometimes, it is precisely because I try to take the helm that I lose direction. I have to let go and let God and He pulls me out of the funk. He calms the spirit which calms the storm. He allows me to set the sails to benefit from the wind. He points me in the right direction {even if I don’t always immediately listen}.

The other day, I heard a brief online sermon {I wish I could remember what blog it was on}. The pastor said he had a dream he was on a bicycle — a tandem bicycle — with the Lord as his passenger. And he pedaled and fought the wind and navigated through traffic until the Lord asked him to trade places. The Lord took over and the pastor went to the back seat. It gave him the chance to look at the scenery, to enjoy the ride, but after awhile, he felt a little guilty and asked the Lord what he should do. “Just pedal” was the simple answer.

And it truly is the simple answer for this Friday exercise.

THOUGH TO REMEMBER: Things happen for a reason because God has a plan for your life. Keep your faith and His light will shine in your life.

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Five Minute Friday — Release

It’s been a hectic Friday. I didn’t get a change to look up this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt until early this afternoon and I’ve been so busy running I haven’t had a chance to put pen to paper … or in this case, keystrokes to screen.

Five Minute Friday. That’s when a group of writers — a couple of hundred strong — congregate to put their thoughts on a specific prompt word into {hopefully} coherent sentences in five minutes {more or less}. It’s the brainchild of Lisa Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/) and has been a source of writing satisfaction for a number of years. Nothing too pithy. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Just five minutes of focused writing. {Okay, we may clean it up a little, but only a little after the initial five minutes transform the words from abstract to reality.}

Some weeks, the words flow freely. Other times, they stick like molasses. But always the prompt triggers a thought in our would-be writers’ minds that just has to be shared.

And so it is this week with the prompt … RELEASE. Hmmm. Maybe that previous sentence should be rewritten … But always the prompt triggers a thought in our would-be writers. minds that just has to be released. Rewriting, however, is sort of like cheating, so we’ll stick with the first version.

Back to the prompt. The clock is set and the writing begins NOW

My first thought was the proverb, If you love something set it free; if it returns its yours forever.

We’ve all been faced with that release many times in out lives … our first loves … our forever friends and spouses … our children … our jobs and possessions. And we’ve all writhed in angst at the thought of losing something or someone we thought was the center of our life.

But it is true. You do have to let go … release the people in our lives to allow them to grow … the things in our lives that stifle us. As hard as it may seem, there is a time to let go. It’s hardest when the kids leave the nest. You hope you’ve prepared them and you hope they always know the way home.

As I pondered that for this week’s assignment, I realized it’s the same with God. He has let us go … His precious creations. He has set us free. And it’s up to us to decide whether to return to Him. STOP

If you love something set it free; if it returns its yours forever. A spouse’s love. A parent’s love. Our Father’s love.

I know the way home. Do you?

That’s what I came up with this week. I hope it wasn’t a five minute ramble.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: All of the good traits of a Jesus follower, all the love, all the witness, all the persuasion, all the power, all the patience you need isn’t yours. The good result comes through you but not from you.

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Five Minute Friday — Messenger

It’s Friday so it’s time for this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday… Well, actually it’s Saturday, but I was on the road most of the day Friday and literally plopped into bed with some appointments earlier this morning. So, it’s Five Minute Saturday this week.

You remember, here is where I link up with hundreds of talented writers (mostly gals) who share their thoughts in five minutes {more of less} on a specific prompt word, courtesy of Lisa Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/2014/06/five-minute-friday-messenger/) and her talented cohorts.

The prompts have been challenging these past couple of weeks, to say the least. This week’s prompt — MESSENGER — ranks right up there. And of course, I had the benefit of being trapped in a car fighting wind, water and traffic to ponder where I would go with the word.

So, here goes … Time starts NOW

The light on the answering machines was blinking. Karen and i had just returned from a series of tests at the hospital and it was just after 5 p.m. We looked at the blinking light and reticently pushed the button. It was a message from her oncologist to call the office as soon as possible.

Damn machine. A messenger we knew of bad news.

We called but it was after hours and the service told us to call back in the morning. We did, promptly at 8 a.m. By 10 a.m. we were face to face with our messenger … and he was a messenger of doom. He received and reviewed the test results, confirmed Karen’s cancer and told us there probably was little we could do except make her comfortable during this final journey. He had a chemo cocktail regimen in mind, but … In the meantime, “do whatever you want this weekend.”

Fast forward three months. The chemotherapy was successful, but Karen was … STOP

… far from out of the woods.

And it inevidently happened. While the cancer cells shrunk in her lungs, liver and nodes — the chemo cocktail did its job — it actually grew in her brain. While we were able to sow that progress, the cancer returned with a vengeance. Again it was Dr. Doom acting as the messenger. I remember it vividly. We went for an appointment on a Tuesday morning when he told we were in the end stages … a couple of weeks, maybe a month at best. In home hospice was the call. She was gone by Saturday.

Messengers are sent to give messages of joy or sorrow. But the message — either way — is to change us. These messages from this messenger changed me. Karen was dying and my life was coming to an end,

There you go. That’s what popped into this mind this weekend on MESSENGER.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Time doesn’t wait for me, it keeps on goin’.

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