Longfellow is my father's favorite poet P35. He's a native state o' Mainer like Longfellow. That poem is about as pretty as they come.
I was thinking as I sat on the porch swing this afternoon with my daughter (wife is off for the night to stay with her parents and think) that the warm Texas sunshine on my face will always still be here. And a family that loves me. And a God that doesn't want me to suffer no matter how hard things seem at any given time.
Thank you all for being here so I can dump a little. Our friends and family are all mutual, so I can't really discuss this with them without villifying the woman I love. I did call my 80 something year old grandmother, who is the wisest woman I know and the tightest lipped person in our family (Probably because she's such a Maine yankee) and got a lot of support there.
p.s. I like that last verse best of all P35. Thank you