We, Too

Hello to all of you. I received some sad news on yesterday. One of my family members has been diagnosed with cancer, and that has spread throughout his body. Don't know any more than that. Chemotherapy may or may not be an option. I will find out more on Friday when we meet with the cancer doctor. I had to break the news to the rest of the family. But you know, folks, this is a part of our journey that we must all go through. It just behooves us to be ready to say goodbye at a moments notice. We never know when the last visit will be the final goodbye, so make the most of the time that you have together.

One day we will walk our own section

 Of the path of the final goodbye

We may walk it with groanings from others

Or we may walk it with a sigh

We may walk it with tiredness

We may walk it while we see our loved ones cry

But one thing about it, Y'all, we

All will walk it by and by.

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Once there was a rooster and a hen

Who had three little chicks (children)

The rooster flew off to parts unknown

And the strong little hen had

To rear the three chicks on her own.

Though it was not the custom for chickens

To follow one another in a line

The hen taught her little chicks to walk like

The ducks, in a straight line

And the rest of the barnyard told the little hen

That she was raising her chicks just fine.

Time passed, which is what time was given to do

And the little chicks had broods of their own

And the old hen was all alone.

Her chicks gathered at her coop when they could

And remembered her on special days

Just like a good little chicken should.

Then came the day that the old hen walked no more

And the little chicks with their broods came

To see her off to that other shore.

Time passed, which is what time was given to do

And the oldest chick who used to walk right behind his mother

Crossed the river to go and stay with the little hen

And the two chicks left, each went their own way

Though the youngest tried to walk 

Like it had been taught to do.

The day came when the youngest chick saw

That the chick that she used to walk behind

Was gazing across the river to where the hen

And the oldest chick did now reside

And one day soon, the youngest chick knew

That the chick that she used to walk behind

Would cross that river, too.

Three little chicks used to walk in a line

One has departed and another most gone

Following a well-laid out henpecked line.
Have courage, little chick, you will be just fine
If the day comes that you are left all alone
Just you follow the henpecked line.