En grå dag

Idag är en grå dag, inte endast ute. För fem år sedan for min pappa upp till himlen och jag har saknat honom så otroligt mycket varje dag sedan dess. Visst går livet vidare och jag har mycket att vara tacksam för, men känner fortfarande att han togs ifrån oss allt för tidigt.

Kom ihåg att ta vara på er själva och de fina människor som finns omkring oss. Ibland hänger vi oss upp på allt för små problem här i världen.

The Road Not Taken

 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 kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Poem by Robert Frost