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Sunday Drive

Never thought I'd arrive at the age of the Sunday Drive Grandma did it when I was a kid it probably kept her alive I was the driver on one of her last needless to say, going too fast. I touched her hand said, "I understand," but I didn't, for soon she passed. I've no particular fear of a drive on Sunday But I sincerely hope I make it to Monday The way my grandkid drives I hope she survives to bury me, like I did my grandma, some day.

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 8/26/2017 8:28:00 AM

What a good way to remember your grandmother and to follow the growth of family until you become the grandparent. I enjoyed this small glimpse into part of your life. I remember Sunday drives.

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 8/29/2017 6:28:00 PM

Seems the pace is a bit faster these days... :-)

Jan Allison

Date: 6/11/2017 8:51:00 AM

I hope its a long time before the final stanza happens John!:-) hugs jan xx

Lim'Rik Flats
Date: 6/12/2017 8:01:00 AM

Me too! Hugganooshkises ~ j