sorrow

Sometimes it is next to impossible to see the beauty in a day.  The sorrow is overwhelming.  A list of names and ages adds itself to the story and I am struck by the fact that I played “slap-jack” with a six-year-old this morning.  Snuggling with her 9 year-old-brother was a luxury.  I spent my time today adding good stories to the memory box, for you never know when that is all you will have left.

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