This past weekend Mr. Kurt and I got hitched. Everything went wonderful and the weekend was just short of being amazing. On our way back up to Cedar City. Kurt's '92 Ford Explorer died of a heart attack. We were stranded in the happening place of Boulder City, Nevada. Yes, Lucky us. What is usually just under an 8 hour trip took us a splendid 12 hours to make. It took three cars to take us home. And another downer happened to us that day. Kurt's grandpa Bleak passed away. So keep them in mind while they get ready for the upcoming funeral.
On the bright side of this. Kurt drives a Ford...so come on...everyone and their gold fish know that they are going to break down sooner or later. So its funny. I laughed. As for Kurt's grandpa. He is now in a place where is body can't hurt him anymore. The family should instead of being sad, rejoice in his departure because he lived a full life and is once more with his savior.
So remember that: When life provides a rainstorm, dance in it because you never know when its going to rain again.
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