Take Me Home, Country Roads”
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
All my memories gather round her, miner’s lady, stranger to blue water.
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away.
And driving down the road I get a feeling that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads.
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong.
West Virginia, mountain momma, take me home, country roads
Isaac says he misses his “gitga”. I miss my grandpa… Love you, Grandpa.
hanniejoy&co 
Beautiful. And I’m so sorry about Grandpa Kitty. But he would tell you to stay home too.
{hug}
So precious. We are all going to miss Him. I am so thankful we will be together again with Jesus. Love you all,
Mom