I am thinking of what my boss told me about losing his father--he said that
watching him go was like imagining the water of a great, long river, as it
pours outward to the delta, to join up with the even greater ocean. There is
a cycle of life, and when he feels the rain, he feels his father in him..
This really struck me as we walked out of the hospital for the final time, into the windy wet.
My parents are all around me, and always will be.
Again, thanks to you all for your thoughts and prayers. Hug your loved ones tight.
*hugs & peace*