Well, August isn't the kindest month for me this year. The penultimate reason is the loss of Aunt Jessie. Jessie was a formidable , lovely, faith-filled soul. I really can't say enough here about Jessie.
Here's some thoughts of sorrow... This has gone from a board comment reply to a poem to an open stream of consciousness on the other side of sorrow.
i think there is some beauty in our sympathetic times.
that beauty is that when we have
it hurts and it wrenches our insides
and it makes our life all grey and somber,
but then the flashes of kinder feelings come
and lead us to memories that are in our heart
just as much as the feelings were
during the actual moments with our lost beloved.