“The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?” ~Lara Biyuts~
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Just two days before I was called down to be near my dying mother I went to my Son's house and babysat my two grandsons. Maybe we are given some joy before we experience sadness so that a small part of this happiness lingers and gives us strength. My grandchildren will never know how much these images made the sorrow of my Mother's death, somehow, easier. Life is a gift that makes death a memory and mourning into morning.