Friday, January 24, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Short version of an email forwarded to me by Sophia Bailey, a woman who eats at the same table as I do.
A woman was married four times. Her first husband was a banker, the second a circus ring-master, the third a preacher and the fourth a funeral director. One for the money, two for the show, three to make ready and four to go.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
A poem, “Gone from My Sight”, by Henry Van Dyke is on my mind today. He uses the metaphor of a ship moving out to sea and passing out of sight beyond the horizon. He writes:
“Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone.” Gone where? Gone from my sight. That is all.”
It’s hard to believe that Peg (Mom, Grandma or MawMaw to some of you) has been gone from our sight for two years. I suppose the sense of loss may diminish as time passes. At this time it hasn’t.
Monday, January 6, 2014
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