Quietly I sit here consuming my last meal in this Big ole Place. Most of
the packing done I wonder what is in store for me. I chose a bowl of
raisin bran for it. I feel good when eating this, it helps when I look
and see the clusters of bran, and granola mixed with all the raisins. It
is very sweet this morning even though I don’t use sugar. Is this what I
can expect from my journey east? A sweet journey? With smooth turns and
little restriction to its journeys end?

I believe this cereal is like life, it has a little of everything in it.
The bran crunches just like life, with every bite I take, as the milk
soaks in the bran becomes softer to chew. Like life, as experiences soak
in we find things become easier to accept. The granola takes its time to
soften, it is harder to chew on than the bran, are these the things we
don’t want to change? But know we should. The slivers of nuts and
almonds that get caught in between my teeth remind me of the little
things I once thought I had control of, those pesky little things that
seem to never get done till the last minute, ever forgetting they are
there to do. Picking the slivers out of my teeth I remember that I have
to have my mail forwarded to my new home.

AAAAhhhhh the raisins, kind of chewy, and sweet to the palette, soft and
moist, always finding one at the bottom of my bowl. The sweet
satisfaction that everything you have dreamed of, everything you have
planned for this move is done, packing nearly completed. Searching the
house looking for that last dish that needs washing is like looking for
that last raisin hiding in the milk. Knowing it is there somewhere just
waiting to get caught in your throat as you gulp down the last of the
milk. Checking all the cupboards, closets, back yard, for that one thing
that you hope you don’t lose during yet another move.

Sitting here I think about all the times I have moved in these last few
years. I wonder how many different raisin bran cereals I have eaten over
the years. Some are sweeter than others, and some are crunchier than
others. Will this be the last bowl of cereal I will eat alone in my
thoughts? Will this be the last time I move on by myself, to a wondrous
new land of cereals?

Time will tell if I will be the cereal and the love will be the milk. I
am crunchy in the ways I do things, and after a while you will notice
there is a way to soften how I do it. Soon you will understand how much
milk to add to get just the right softness, yet still have the crunch
you have always desired. Stir up this bowl from time to time to find
that raisin you know is hiding and drink of the love that the gulps will
bring you.

I enjoy the fact that soon I will be home with the one who will eat a
bowl of Raisin Bran with me to the last drop.

This is My Last Meal

Yup I found the dish I was going to loose

Wow,,, Thank you for sharing your Raisen Bran with us,,, yes my friend
this will be the last bowl of cereal you ever eat alone may the move
ahead of you go smoothly for the arms of a very amazing women is waiting
for you,, God Bless you ((G & TG)))
I have tears in my eyes I am so happy this day has finally come drive
safe (((G)))) and give (((TG)))) big hugs and kisses for
me,,

Hi Mom, I found some silverware laying around. Would you toss it or wash
it?

LOL



G

Hey (((G)))) I would toss it, remember you have a wedding ahead of ya,,,
just add Silver Ware to the Registry,,,