Last evening I was leafing through my scrap book. The one that is literally still scraps, not a book. Over the years I've cut out articles from the paper and special poems I enjoyed and put them in here to glue eventually.
As I read a few articles and recalled favourite newspaper columnists that have since stopped writing, my eyes fell on this obituary...
I picked it up to read and realized this happened one year ago.
I talked about it here...
Remembering... remembering that's all I can do.
as if somehow I can bring her back
here to this humble sod.
I cradle bitter sweet memories,
Because now she belongs to God.L~M
I know this is a sad post. but I wanted to share because it got me thinking that life can feel alot like my scrap book ...sometimes I feel like all I have is scraps. Odds and ends and pieces, nothing to big or important. Just a motley array of this and that.
In the end though when I am done here, nothing will matter but how I lived my life and WHO I was living for. I needed to be reminded of this once again.
please listen to this beautiful song talking about this...