My Saddest moment

Sometime in the early morning hours of January 22nd, 1958
A Son was born to Carol Jean and Robert Reid Groves.

He was the first born of 3 children this determined couple would have.

Over the years, Carol taught him to explore books, the arts,
and to harbor a love for all.
To trust first.
Ask questions later.

Robert taught him mechanical skills.
And how to approach things in an analitical way.
And to always take care of the family first.

Over the many years,
He was both a major disappointment,
and a major point of pride to both.

But they always loved him.
No matter what?
They Loved him for who he was.

It's with tears in my eyes that I type this.
My mother, Carol, is not going to make it
through the nite.

It's been a long illness and this outcome was expected.
But it is never easy when faced with the stark reality of life.

As I do not get along with my Brother and Sister?
I decided not to stay till Mom passes.

Dad understands that I must deal with this in my own way.

I only post this here because of the many friends I have made here.
Steve and his Sheep,
VonDos and his Ships,
And all you other slackers.


You are all friends I can depend on.
You guys need to take a bow!!!

So I got a GrandSon this weekend,
and lost a Mother.

Life is so weird at times.