This week I have learned of the sudden deaths of several people.
One is in my own family across the pond, my sister-in-law's mother, Audrey,
a gentle and lovely lady whom I was fortunate enough to spend time with on
several visits home to England over the years.
Others are family members of blog friends. . . . . . . . all of whom I hold dear,
and I am thinking of them all this morning.
The tiny Carolina wren on the front porch this bright Spring morning.
Grief never ends. . . . . . but it changes.
It is a passage, not a place to stay.
Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. . . . . .
It is the price of love.
~ Author Unknown ~