To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; --Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
Life is a constant–birth and death. We celebrated the birth of grandson Will this past week, and just learned last night that BSP sister and friend Pat lost her hubby in an accident yesterday. He was only 64 (remember when we thought that was OLD?). When I woke up this morning, one of my first thoughts was that Pat is waking up today in a lonely bed, without John, and John will never be there again. This will be one of many ‘firsts’ that she will experience in this particular sorority that none of us wives wanna join. Spooning with Dick this morning was even more special than normal, even when he began gently snoring. That was OK...it was sweet music to my ears, because it meant he is alive and next to me.
I hope John enjoyed those bubbles I sent up to him this morning. He was a dear soul. The rose is for Pat, with love and sorrow from the collective hearts of sistas Joy, Jennie, and me.