Lifes menu of fast food



Another week, another whopper.....It seems my days of grandparenting have met a twain. My phone rang last week and my grandchilds mother was ringing up asking for some help to buy some supplies for the chilldren.

Where's my son, was my first reaction..."Gone" she cried.

"Krikee", I mused. I rushed into town and sent some help.

Flash forward a week and I have tracked the lad down. He has returned to his birthplace some 120 miles from the grandkids and his mate. It has a whole different feeling now, when I look at the pictures of the kids I have on the mantle over the fireplace. Its funny how life lets you feel what your parents went through.

I hope this week's menu is a cheeseburger rather than a whopper.

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