The mystery of love is the mystery of our lives. The energy of love is what enriches our lives. We move from dust to dust, with love being the thing that matters, in between. Love. It’s the last word of this; my blog. And I realized this morning; that’s appropriate. Because love does, after all and in the end, remain the last word. Love makes us strong. Love lets us go on. Love makes us sing. My parents shared just shy of 64 years of a remarkable marriage. Just shy because my mother passed unexpectedly in December and their anniversary
“For the first time in my life, I didn’t have any friends.” This was the opening sentence of a magazine article I read last week. I could totally relate. Having just moved to a new state, I literally, have no girlfriends here. Not one. Nada. Zero.
We’re six weeks into the new year and I’m a bit tardy in sharing this with you for the new year. We’ve already waded ino it, haven’t we? But we’ve only just gotten our feet wet.