What a difference a season can make! The Bradford Pear trees were covered in white blossoms just a few short months ago. Now they have been robbed of their brilliant red leaves by periods of drought and sudden chilling temperature dips.
The stark branches remind me of losses, things past. It would be easy to settle into a dark place of brooding, but thankfulness for blessings outweighs the defeat of losses. I had my parents until they were 89 and 91 years old, and had the privilege of caring for them in their final months. My precious sister and her husband enhanced my feeling of family. My husband of 57 years was my Prince Charming when I married him at age 18, and we were blessed with unusually wonderful children, a daughter and a son.
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Beautifully written sentiment, Martha. I have thought about you several times today. I'm sure all the firsts are really hard. Keep your wonderful spirit and faith through this holiday season.
We are at a cabin in the middle of nowhere North Alabama with most of Ned's family and our kids and grands.
I hope you had a beautiful day, Martha.
What a lovely post, Martha. I know that holidays can be hard when we are thinking of those who are no longer here. You are wise to also remember the good times and your many blessings.
I wish you all the best in this holiday season.
We would have loved to be with you. Hope we get to see you soon!
Robert, Kiesha, & Brody
Dear Martha, wonderful words from a wonderful woman. I am thankful to know you.
Martha, I know it is a different life but you bring your special joy to it and brighten so many other lives. Thank you.
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