These last few months have brought life, death and serious illnesses in my family. It has reminded me of how fragile life is and how much it is to be ENJOYED and not just endured. It is easy (for me) to get carried away on focusing on the next project when the next "project" should be spending time with my boys.
With the passing of my Grandpa, I made a print of a poem that he always told us when we visited him. He had the funniest, quirkiest and original "phraseology" that I will never forget! I hope my cousins, siblings and anyone else who needs a good laugh enjoys this poem. I am pretty sure he adapted it from an original version, but since this came from my Grandpa, it is my favorite!
The print is an 8x10.
I know my Grandpa and Grandma Stout are dancing together again!