There’s a Fork in My Road…what do I do?

There is a decision I have been wrestling with for the past few years.

I’ve made some attempts, but without results…guess my heart really hasn’t been in it.

The other day I had a free morning to think about my impending decision. Instead, I went to the church where we had my son’s burial mass. We lost him in 1987 in a plane crash at Miramar Naval Air Station. Ever since then, thinking about Dave’s life has always been an inspiration to me.

After mass, I went to his gravesite. Then to the old millpond where we used to feed the ducks when he was a kid.

All the while, I thought about my decision. I found myself thinking back on my life as a guide to looking ahead. I think I solved my problem, or at least learned to see it in a different light and to live with it.

I often like to put my thoughts to rhyme. It helps me get my arms succinctly around them and requires me to really focus. I’d like to share the result of that morning with you:

There’s a Fork in the Road

There’s a fork in the road, on my way…

I can’t see it yet, but I know.

I still have a long way to go,

So I needn’t decide today.

I stop and I look behind…

To see what I saw then,

To muse where I have been.

What wonderful memories I find!

The view behind is not clear…

Yet still I fondly see

Those who inspired me

To become the soul that stands here.

My wrong is gone from view…

But by the road on each side,

I see my good with pride

And continue my journey anew.

There’s a fork in the road that I wend…

When I’m there, will I hear a voice

To help me make that choice?

Or will I find a gentle bend…

Or perhaps, even, the end.