This past Thursday I made a trip to Vancouver Island to assist my mom in moving some of my Grandpa’s furniture to her home here on the mainland.
My grandpa passed away nearly three years ago now, which is very hard to believe. My how time flies!
I uncovered a few treasures during this excursion, one in particular of which I plan to write all about very shortly, for right now I would simply like to share a poem with you. It’s the poem that was featured on the back of my the memorial card handed out at my grandpa’s celebration of life.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.