An old irish blessing for you Bob. We have never met, but from the folks here, you have a lot of support. You hang in there. The roads always have a crack or two. Ride around them gently brother.
I had to get the words from sis as I do not remember all of them...I hope she remembered all of them right.
May you see God's light on the path ahead
When the road you walk is dark.
May you always hear,
Even in your hour of sorrow,
The gentle singing of the lark.
When times are hard may hardness
Never turn your heart to stone,
May you always remember
when the shadows fall—
You do not walk alone.