A couple more pictures of the scenery where I was raised

I keep thinking that I should just move back down here... We went by our old house last week, wow, did that bring back memories. My reference points were all so much smaller in real life then they were in the picture that my mind had drawn in my head. Our yard was much smaller then I remembered, it was just amazing how being away for 27 years has changed things, some good, some bad.

My mom is coping pretty well with the loss of her oldest son. She made a comment to me today that she should not have outlived any of her children. I told her that she can only raise her children, she can't force them as adults to live a clean and sober lifestyle. My brother made choices in his life that ultimately lead to the end of his life. That was god's will for making poor choices, I guess. At 49, I would still like to be living an active, vibrant life doting on my child and any children that she might have at that time. With God's will, I hope that my dream will come true.

Here are a few more of the scenic pictures I took of the lake I grew up on:

I wish it wouldn't have been hazy that day.

Well, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and thanks for the well wishes with my brother.