There was the night the deputy knocked on the door at 3:00 AM to tell us that my younger 20 year old brother had died in a car accident.
And my wife's little sister at 36 and her two year losing battle with breast cancer.
But otherwise, my life has been pretty blessed. Most of my bad memories have originated from strange dreams. No ex wives, or even ex girl friends for that matter. At 26, I married the only girl I ever cared for four months after meeting her. Our kids are great, as are the eight grandkids. The oldest of which just enrolled in ISU at Pocatello on scholarship.
I take none of it for granted.
