Rolling like a river.
I’ll never be able to know for certain which bacon from which stall she always bought at Findley Market. I can guess. But it’ll be along time before I can ask – and by then I’m not so sure I’ll be concerned about bacon.
Blessed are those who weep now, for they shall laugh — Luke 6
Last night I laughed – I laughed with a friend. I laughed hard. At the funny little things I do in life. And it was good.
"All through the changes, the soul never dies. We fight. We laugh. We cry. As the years go by." – Amy Grant.
My mother died 29 years ago this month, and my father will have been dead 20 years Sunday. I still miss them and still wish I had asked them certain questions.
I visited Cincinnati last semester, and it is a very strangely beautiful place. Life mixed death. Hope mixed with pain. Rich and poor.
I spent less than a week there, but there was something about that place.
I find your writing to be beautiful and therapeutic.