Safe journey

I remember when my grandmother taught me to stamp white horses. It was a traveling game, I don't recall the details of why she taught us kids to play it - we were probably being rowdy and she wanted to distract us. She said to lick your thumb, press it to your palm and then 'stamp it' with the fist of your other hand. On driving trips all of us kids would search for white horses and compete to stamp the most. Even now, as an adult, I play this game. I suppose when someone touches your heart, you can't help but play their games.



My grandmother passed away last night.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
~Tennyson