Death in the New Year

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.