Weedvillian Walker: My daughter

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My daughter

I am just so damn proud of my darling daughter. Yesterday was her last day of school, after God only knows how many years. I would have to stop and figure it out and we all know my math is terrible. Michelle is finally, after all these years, graduating with her Masters Degree in social work. She is now an MSW LSW and I sure hope I have those initials right. Michelle has done it on her own and we are so proud of her. She has sure had some ups and downs in these years, getting married, moving to Seattle, her husband going over to fight in the war, moving to Vegas, losing her beloved father to cancer, and finally here we are graduating. What a road it has been, but she has persevered and she has won! We are so damn proud of you dolly. Now, sit back, relax and enjoy reading a good book just for the fun of it. I love and miss you dolly and will see you soon! You are my darling daughter and I am just so damn proud of you!

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown