Today would be Bobbie's 80th. Happy Birthday, Bobbie. Happy Birthday, to my mama.
I found this poem waiting for me on my Writer's Almanac email this morning. I thought it was significant. Marie Howe's "Prayer"
Traveler, the path is nothing more than your footsteps; traveler, there is no path, a path is made as you go. You make the path as you go, and on looking back you see a trail that never can be walked again. Traveler, there is no path, only a wake in the sea. - Antonio Machado