Thirteen years ago, on this day, I was
grieving my son Paul, and we were choosing a coffin.
Today, I am grieving all the losses and dangers that are
taking place in our nation, and all those who may possibly lose their lives,
their livelihood, or their family unit, due to various changes so suddenly
taking place in our country.
But I am of the living, and living I must do. So, I will eat
good food, I will enjoy my family and nature, and I will write.
And I will live and love, praying and trusting in God, one
day at a time. Paul would have expected - or offered - nothing less.
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