You’ve all heard that before, right? And if that’s the case I could just place a photograph here in this space and it would cover the column twice.
Yesterday was the first day of spring. I know, the ground is still covered with snow and we’re still layering on T-shirts and sweaters to brace against the chill, but truly it won’t be long before the grasses grow, the flowers bloom and outdoor play fills children’s days once again.
Years ago, I suffered a traumatic injury, was wheelchair-bound for months, confined to my home for weeks and unable to do the simplest tasks. The loving, compassionate arms of friends, family – even strangers – lifted me from the depths of despair, bringing meals, cleaning the house, washing clothes, offering rides to the doctor’s office, the drug store and my children’s activities, and sometimes just delivering an encouraging word.
“Hey, look! It’s snowing outside! Let’s go sledding!”
During these last few days before Thanksgiving, we approach the second anniversary of my brother’s passing and I am again reminded of the many gifts Jeff shared with us.