The rainy season is upon us. If April showers bring May flowers, what does May showers bring? I know I'm anxious for Summer to arrive and STAY that way for a good while. I'm bored today because I've done absolutely nothing. Gloomy weather always causes me to feel unenergetic and tired.

It's probably obvious by now that I'm also becoming bored of this blog. I think I was wanting to find a resurgence of what used to be here at Bravenet, but I don't see that happening. As I've stated before, I don't like change. We were a close-knit group at one time and there were no business sites to speak of and no spam running amok on the commuinty board. We really cared about one another to visit every day to make sure everyone was doing okay. When someone "disappeared" we were beside ourselves with worry. To sum it all up, I guess we were like family.And I miss so many of my family...

Back to what I've been blogging since I've returned.... I was thinking about our ancestors and those who have gone before. For example, my dad remains only a memory to my brother and myself and a few of his older grandchildren. The younger grandchildren don't remember him and the great-grandchildren that being born, won't remember him at all. There are no memories for them. So, when my brother and myself both pass away, there will only be a handful of to remember my dad. When they have passed on, so will all the memories of my dad and their grandpa.

My dad was a wonderful person and I don't say that just because he was my father. He came form the "old school" where manners, morals and hard work was the norm. He was compassionate and sensitive. He hardly ever became angry and he allowed most of life's punches to roll of his back. They don't make many men like him anymore. One day, there will be no one to place flowers on his grave and seeing photos will only incite a "Who's that?" He deserves so much more, but unfortunately, it will not be. Next month will mark his passing of 16 years ago. 16 years. It seems so much less than that. My heart still holds him close and I'm thankful that I dream of him from time to time, where I get to see his silly lop-sided grin, hear his voice and gaze upon his face.

To be continued.....