Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...

It’s been a long time since my last post. The election is over, Obama won, we went to Disney World and we went on with our lives. Now Thanksgiving approaches and I think of all I am thankful for. I thank God for my family and especially for his most recent gifts to me, my two grandsons Josh and Sam. I think back to my Father when I was young and he read me a poem and told me, “Michael throughout life you will have choices. Make them wisely and think about this poem.” To Josh and Sam I give you this old poem. May your lives be blessed as mine has and may you both have grandchildren that love you and that you can pass on this old poem to.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost