In late January 2017, our daughter announced that she was pregnant for the third time and then, in the same breath, announced that she and her husband were moving to Tennessee. Think about a steel tip boot connecting with your gut and you didn't see it coming. Yeah. Pretty much.
And so began my adventure, at the tender age of 69 years and 2 months, of picking up my life and moving away from everything I know. There are some things in life that can NOT be compromised and this one was the biggest for me. The grandchildren. Wither they go, I go. Well sort of. They are going to Tennessee. WE are going to Missouri and more precisely, to the Bootheel of Missouri.
Fate has stood up, saluted me, and waved me into a very unexpected future.
Taken outside of Wellington Station in Turlock, CA
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