My grandmother always used to say that thunder was the angels bowling. It's a phrase I
hadn't thought of in quite some time. Seeing this post just brought so many memories flooding back, both good and bad. I don't believe in God but I do like to believe that
there is some sort of afterlife where our souls carry on long after our
bodies quit. I know that, wherever she is, my grandmother is still
watching over me. And I know she and Grandpa, who were both avid bowlers
back in the day, are probably part of the ruckus taking place in the sky today.

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