A mule for sale posted on FB led me to this beautiful song. The owner of the mule was recently widowed, and has a beautiful blog about her husband. It really stirred up some memories of my own, when I too, wrote a blog during my husband's illness. Two days ago my electric company sent a gentleman here for a repair that I had called in. His wife had passed recently at the age of 34 of breast cancer. He is alone with three little girls. It just broke my heart. I can't seem to stop thinking about them. He said, "God must have a plan, but I sure don't know what it is."
Grief never ends. Especially, if you have loved. I thought this post reflects in the photograph below. :O
Late in the day when shadows start to play
On my backdoor and up and down this alleyway I think back on the times with your hand in mine We sat talking low...late in the day It seems you never know a good thing till it goes Slippin' through your fingers...that's just the price I pay For being my own man and doin' the best I can Now I'm alone without a plan...late in the day Now I pour whiskey, break the ice Put my feet up and close my eyes I try hard to listen to what my heart might say Try to find the rhyme to take me back in time And be with you here...late in the day ...My life is still the same My lips still call your name And my heart can't hide the pain Late in the day Here's a version of a young Tim O'Brien performing his song: Late In The Day
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