“This Is All That’s Left”
“I can’t believe it. After her whole lifetime, this is all that’s left.”
Kathy said that Friday as she stood in the front corner bedroom where the remainder of her mother’s possessions were. They buried her four days earlier.
I had to agree, it’s remarkable. Her house was sold a few years ago, all her possessions were sold, donated, or thrown away. Only a tiny fraction of what she owned was claimed by family members.
“. . . this is all that’s left.”
After making that statement Kathy continued to clean out the bedroom. It’s empty now. I know that because I can hear the Read More
I have this friend who stocks shelves for a big box store. We were in his truck talking about praying before making big decisions and he commented that, sometimes, while he’s putting up merchandise at work, he prays for most of his eight hour shift.
As I write this someone I love lies dying in my bedroom.
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