I am a believer that love makes life wonderful. As I was coming home. Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's “Sweet Home Alabama” came in the stereo. Whenever Ronnie tells me to turn up that song, I do. Really shouldn't everybody? The next song was “I'm a Believer” by the Monkees. I found myself singing 
along loudly in the car. Thankfully, I was the only one who could hear, and thought it sounded awesome. I was just in a great mood.
This week reminds me of how wonderful life is. My sister Nancy and I spent a few days in the Chicago area visiting friends and relatives. May 18th would have been my brother Chuck's 63rd birthday. We lost my fireman brother almost 30 years ago when he suffered a fatal heart attack at the fire station between calls. That night we visited with his children and grandchildren. While we miss my brother terribly, we love his children and grandchildren even more. He would be so proud.
We spent the next day with cousins and friends. The evening was capped off with a place that my 
cousins chose. We ate at Ki's restaurant. My cousin picked it. He didn't know that was the restaurant where my father proposed to my mother. He was blessed when she said YES!. That YES, led to 4 children, and 16 grandchildren My parents have been gone a long time, but they have left quite a legacy. We were al blessed to have such wonderful parents.
In November of 2014, my wife Roxanne fell down a flight of stairs. In her capacity as an Emergency Medical Technician, she was coming to the aid of a child having seizures. She suffered multiple cuts and spinal fractures. They lost her pulse on the way to the hospital. She lived. She fought. She worked. I prayed. Today she is back to teaching school.
Last year when I was at the Walcott Truckers' Jamboree, I received a phone call that my youngest son 
Kevin had been involved in an accident. Kevin was working in farm construction. In the summer time, those guys work hours that put us truckers to shame. Early one morning Kevin fell asleep on the way to work and rolled his car over. He suffered spinal cord injuries even worse than Roxanne's. We were not sure if he would ever walk again. I prayed. He fought. He worked. He walked. Last month he started a new career in trucking.
This weekend Kevin is getting married. His fiance, April, stuck by his side throughout his hospitalization, rehabilitation and his frustration. They will walk back down the aisle as the newest Mr. and Mrs. Clark. I will dance with my wife, hopefully slow dances. Unless of course “I'm a Believer” happens to get played. Thankfully, they won't have karaoke. It doesn't matter. This weekend you can not shake my belief that love makes life wonderful.