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GOOD DIRECTIONS
Grandaddy and Nana had been working their central Texas ranch for near 50 years now. Too stubborn, and I don’t blame them, to move in with Sis up in Wisconsin, even though she begged them often. I knew full well Granddaddy would never survive in the cold northern city. Sis told me they visited her and the kids last year. After Granddaddy fixed everything that needed fixing, he got antsy and took the bus back to Texas. He left Nana to enjoy her grandbabies. I’m sure she worried about him every minute he was gone.
Sis was concerned. Nana said Grandaddy was falling behind at the ranch. Many of the fences needed mending and the cattle could use some better housing. Sis asked me if perhaps I could fly down to Texas and lend a hand.
I thought about it long and hard. It might be just what the doctor ordered. I had been licking my wounds for about five months now after the best thing on Earth to ever happen to me walked out of my life. Honestly, it wasn’t getting any easier. Guess sometimes good times and love just aren’t enough. I won’t bore you with the details, but I was now spending my days trying to figure out what my life, without her, would be like.
Hell yeah!! I jumped up and grabbed the phone. Nana was so happy to hear my voice. (God, I love that woman!) I told her, “Start baking some of those biscuits. I’m a headin’ your way.”
