Happy trails to you......

Perhaps the slug does it best.. at least you can see the trail they’ve left behind.. a bit gooey though.. Us humans – we have all this ambition.. we mate.. we populate.. we accumulate.. we assimilate.. we aim to have the best… the most.. the biggest.. the baddest..

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.

Then.. we spend our latter years downsizing.. on our way out.. .

Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.

Packing I was (to move hopefully a FINAL time).. .. going thru old stuff.. parent’s old stuff.. not much left. Of course precious pics (What’s to come of digital pics into the future?.. Saved forever? There’s simply something about holding a 5 by 7 in one’s hand – lifelike).. I think of all they owned (and I don’t mean “ha ha look at me”.. I mean that we were a very average family.. but we, like all, had ‘stuff’, belongings)..

Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here’s a happy one for you.

Then we die. Our trail comes to an end. We know our own trail. We vividly remember our parent’s trail. We have our youthful take of our grandparent’s trail.. the vast majority of us have no idea on our “great” grandparent’s trail. Trails evaporate. By the wayside. Poof.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

Seems here we should mebbe change songs to “What’s it all about, Alfie?”.. Or mebbe "All we are is dust in the wind".. so… reckon we have to make our trail the best, for ourselves.. One day no one will remember us anyways.. WE need to make that trail nice – nifty. We need to make that trail happy. We need to remember it ain’t about stuff.. we ultimately get ridda all that.. – it’s about stuffing fun, family, love, comeraderie, niceness, smiles – all that, into our trail. Roy and Dale seemed to ‘get it’. Hope we do too.

Happy trails to you, ‘till we meet again… Let’s make a pact not to be a gooey slug. Love, Victurd