Clint and I spent the past week traveling to Sterling, Illinois, to be with his extended family and Grandpa Jack during his last breaths. It was a moving experience and I wish that everybody had a “BDJ” in their family, and knew the closeness that he fostered among all his kids and grandkids.
The world will miss you!! I’m sorry I only knew you for a few years.
It puts everything in perspective, as people tend to say. I don’t mind living this far away from our family as long as we can take the time to visit them often. I don’t mind working hard as long as my work doesn’t take me away from my husband. Time is short. The days are precious.
Doing artwork and medical illustration is a great way to make a living, and I am very grateful for my job, but it is no substitute for a hug or a meal together.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.