Sadly, the New Year began with a death in my family. My last aunt. Once I had so many aunts and uncles, now they're all gone, as are my parents.Irving Berlin wrote: "The song is ended, but the melody lingers on." That lingering melody are the memories of our loved ones.
I like the fanciful imagery in this Eskimo legend that says: "Perhaps they are not stars but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy."
That's such a lovely thought.
Takeaway Truth
Rest in peace, Aunt Pauline.
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