"I was just dreaming about white birds."
My dear brother, Jonathon, brightly greeted me with these words, sharing comfort and love, not sadness, as I entered his room for our last visit together. He so bravely faced ALS, his faith in God strong and steady. When asked how he bore such suffering for so long with such quiet dignity, he simply said, "by God's grace." As was his sweet nature, he lovingly gifted each of his "dear ones" with one last shared joyous embrace in this life.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Night Owl
The young Mockingbird sang and chirped, his solo voice bright against the velvet hush of deepest night. A master minstrel of nature performing nocturnal bird song medleys. Hmmm, a mocking bird night owl.
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