It’s the same story the crow told me; it’s the only one he knows
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go
Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait
Wo, oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?Uncle John’s Band, the Grateful Dead
We’re first in line for Rhi’s student id card. The last 18 years have gone by in a flash and my baby girl is off on her own.
We drove 1200 miles listening to The Grateful Dead and talking about everything. It was wonderful. And now, just a few hours left with her.