Of life, and death, then life again . . .

OK, it has been too long, but I am finally posting again.

Easter Sunday morning I wanted to go to church, but by the time I got there the parking lot was full, so I didn't go. (I really could have found somewhere to park, but the thought of being crowded together in a pew did not appeal to me)

So I decided to take a drive and go to the graveyard and visit my parent's graves. Dad passed away on April 13th and his birthday was the 17th so it seem like a good idea to make a trip to Farmington that Easter Sunday. I spent some time at the graves and also cleaned things up a little around the headstones of my parents and my mother's mother and her brother who are all buried in the same group of plots.

After that I drove past the house and farm where I grew up and then went over to the graveyard where my dad's parents are buried and spent a little time there as well. After that I took the backroads back to Paducah, driving through several small towns where we used to have basketball games until they consolidated the schools a few years after I graduated. It was a quiet, melancholy day, but it was good to go over some old memories as well.

There is still a lot on my mind lately, tired of the struggle that is trying to make ends meet, but I am still carrying on.

On a happier note, I have gotten the money together and I am preparing to by my ticket to the Philippines for this September in the next couple of weeks. I think with the way fuel prices are going, I should go ahead and get my ticket before things get too out of hand with prices. I have finally received my passport and there is no visa requirement for the Philippines, so all systems are go!

It is a little scary to say I am buying the ticket, because once I have my ticket, there is no turning back, the die is cast. But I am so looking forward to my little adventure as well. Some people think I am crazy to be traveling by myself that far and to be going outside of the cities there as well, since I will be visiting Kathlene's parents farm while I am there.

So, it looks like the first or second week of September, I will be packing my bags and seeing what it is like on the other side of this big ball we live on!