Instead of concentrating on the present, I choose to remember the good times.

This was taken in much happier times.  Before she met Ed.  She was beautiful.

Thinking of my prodigal daughter and grandson today.

Rumor has it, my youngest daughter and her now, eighteen year-old son, have moved back to West Virginia.  It seems the rabid pedophile she is a married to has made a run for the Canadian border to work up there and perhaps cast larger nets for new boys to molest.  Wonder why?  Law closing in on him?  One can only hope! Anyway, I feel that perhaps my oldest grandson (or maybe his Mom) reads this blog.  If so, don't be afraid to contact me at my gmail address listed for this blog (I think it is available).  If not, please comment here and give me your birth date and your Mom's so I will know it is you.  (Comments are not published until I release them.) Please feel free to contact me, you will be warmly received!  Plus, I hold the key to the truth, to the answers you seek.  And, as the Bible says, "the truth will set you free!"  Much love to you and your Mom.