Barbara...

Last evening, I received word that a friend of mine has died of a heart attack. Barbara was always so genuinely cheerful and smiling and friendly. She was such a beautiful person. And this was in spite of the fact that she was confined to a wheelchair (which her husband always pushed for her). She was an older lady and had health problems, but that was not what she focused on. She was out-going, responsive, and wanted to share with others. She was such a joy to be acquainted with and I will always remember her fondly.




Winter somehow seems to fit with death. The cold, the dreariness, the absence of so many alive, green things. It can be a long, lonely, empty time. But after winter comes spring.




Out of the dead of the cold, new growth and new life starts again. Renewal. Hope. There is a resurrection. And there will be for Barbara, too. I pray for her husband’s comfort, for the two were inseparable, and I look forward to seeing, once again, my friend Barbara.


Have a beautiful day.