I have so much to be grateful for this year. Yes, it was the year my beloved dad went over the river to rest among the trees, to paraphrase Stonewall Jackson’s dying words. But I am still grateful–because his passing was graceful and relatively pain free, because he was such a wonderful father, because his smile and his mischievous blue eyes will live in my memory until I cross that river myself.
My wonderful, funny mother, Hazel, is in good health and happy in her snug apartment.
The critters are all snug and safe, well-fed and well-loved.
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