Who would have known a pillow would provide such comfort to my dying father? A pillow ensconced in a pillowcase I embroidered when I was about ten years old. Some of the threads are missing and need to be restitched but I could not help smiling when I saw it there this week perched up alongside his sweet face. He made sure every night before we tucked him in that we put that pillow on his left side.
Dying is laborious work. I take any pearls and smiles I can find in this journey.
because every picture tells a story
You will be seeing some photos I downloaded onto this post. Continue on until you get to my actual explanations. All of these pictures are y...
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This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfa...
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The last time I joined in with Ginny's yarn along I was knitting a green market bag. I finally completed it and wanted to share it amon...
