Last night was the last night we slept in our home of 21 years. I woke up probably ten times with an old cowboy song going through my head.
"Good-bye Ol' Paint, I'm a leavin Cheyene. Good-bye Ol' Paint, I'm a leavin Cheyene. "I'm a leavin Cheyene, I'm off to Montana. Good-bye Ol' Paint, I'm a leavin Cheyene."
All night long this song came into my brain and I looked around my beautiful bedroom and knew it was gone. Oh well, they never said that the right thing to do is the easy thing to do. Lots of memories in that home.
