1. I saw this poem here and had to share.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― poem by Mary Jean Irion
2. We recently attended a funeral for a few days out of state for Mr. Evans's grandfather. A WWII veteran, father of 15 children, a fifth generation printer and a hardworking, committed and faithful man. His wife of 63 years had this posted in the inside of their kitchen cupboard for who knows how long (my sister in law Beth found it). What a gentle and profound reminder. He died suddenly and unexpectedly, but in the most peaceful way.
