Don’t let the scarf fool you, it was in the 70s yesterday. Just another mark of a near-perfect day. 🙂
A few weeks ago -when was it?- I wrote a short eulogy for my cat PJ. It was heartfelt, I loved that cat, but it seems a little bit strange to follow it so soon with a real human eulogy. If you didn’t catch the news from this week’s comics, on Monday my Grandma died. This week my comics were a shallow testament to some of my fondest memories, shallow not because the individual memories were weak, but because in their richness they left thousands more untold.
There is a time for pictures and there is a time for words, and I feel like it’s only right to finish the week with a few such words. If I can find them… there are no less than 6 million thoughts floating around in my head as I start this. How do you remember a woman who has been so completely interwoven in your life, since before your memory was even formed? But okay, let’s try it. Continue reading →
Nehemiah 8:10… A few years ago Grandma made a wall hanging that bore these words. She lived them.
I don’t know why this one is blurry…