Long time no see

As I have said many times. My life is crazy. One minute things are going well and the next it’s a horror show. At least it seems that way to me.

Being a constant worrier puts me in the position of worrying about everyone and everything. I know. I know. It doesn’t have to be that way. My family is very quick to tell me that. It just doesn’t work  for me.

There are days when it seems like I am praying with every breathe. Other days I just plain forget to pray because my mind is so full of questions with no answers. That should be when I am praying the most. I guess I have to claim being human, don’t I?

I also forgot the right name and password to even get here. Somewhere I have it written down. I use to have a document with such things, but my computer crashed and all went with it. Just got into the grove last night when my friend Clem came and set me up again.

Anyway. No promises. But I will try harder to keep up.

Where Are You Going?

Many years ago, 19 to be exact, I was helping to raise my oldest granddaughter. She was and still is one of the brightest spots in my life. At a very young age she had a health problem and it wasn’t always easy to keep her comfortable. So I would sing. And then I would sing some more.

At the urging of a few people I started writing a story here and a story there of my many varied life experiences. Thoughts are always in my head. Some, that ease their way in and tap my memory. Others that give me a jolt and almost take my breathe away as the memory isn’t one I care to relive.

But the memories of my oldest sweetheart are truly lovely and great ones and thinking of that time made me think of the songs I use to sing to her. The one that was forthcoming first was *Turn Around*, or as I use to call it, *Where are you going*. There were some days when I would sing till I was almost hoarse. Then I would hum. Put her little cheek next to mine and hum. That would soothe her also.

The verse that sticks in my head is the first one, and so relevant in most everybody’s home eventually.

*Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two,
turn around and you’re four,
Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door. *

She is now nineteen and healthy as can be, so I guess she is no longer a young girl, but she always will be to me.