Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

          You remembered me.

Always.

Overcast; June gloom in March.

Front headed this way. 

Maybe rain … maybe not.

Still, better than winter.

It’s all relative, isn’t it?

Life is like that.

The bad becomes not so bad

when the bad gets worse.

Is that what happened last June?

The bad that was tolerable

got so bad that …

well, enough about that.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Garth Brooks: The Dance

Looking back on the memory of
the dance we shared 'neath the stars above;
For a moment all the world was right.
How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye?

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance;
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.

Holding you I held everything.
For a moment wasn't I the king
If I'd only known how the king would fall,
Hey, who's to say - you know I might have changed it all.

And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance;
I could have missed the pain,
but I'd have had to miss the dance.

Yes my life is better left to chance
I could have missed the pain but I'd have had to miss the dance