Reflection And…


Hey Brother, we shared the same journey growing through our
early years. You went the military way I randomly went
here and there. We'll always have that to reflect on; and
then, we had another bond. I fathered a daughter and you
followed along. The bright two shooting stars, although
miles apart, became best buddies where we once shot. There
was no better destination than the old home place to begin.
A ray of hope, a streak of light, the two stars would shape
their sights. And.they would blaze new trails, looking to
adapt to open their sails. One deflected in her flight while
the other is still searching for what is right. The timing for
an appointment is never negotiable, but we do pray, one day, to
realign our course, track side by side, with all the shooting
stars from our past.and relive the enjoyment.

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